Depraved Deprivation
A horse finds himself the victim of a sly fox.
Warning: This contains cock vore, pornography, and a medical setting. If such things upset you, turn back now.
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Depraved Deprivation
by Declan Xavier
"Adrian Matthews?"
The colt looked up from the five-year-old magazine he was reading, tossing it aside as his name was called. He stood up and walked to the door of the waiting room where the doctor stood waiting, holding a clipboard. Adrian caught sight of the name tag that read: "Dr. Alexi Vance." He wondered where his normal physician was as the fox led him back through the corridor of exam rooms.
"Adrian Matthews; age: 19; height: 190.5 cm; weight: 115.67 kg. Is this information correct?"
"Yes. Where is Dr. Samuel?"
"He's out today," the fox responded coolly. "When asked to confirm your medical history with your parents, you informed our receptionist that you were no longer in contact with them. Investigation revealed that your mother lives in Connecticut, your father is currently serving a prison term upstate for embezzlement. Is this correct?"
"Yes," Adrian replied. "You investigated my parents?"
"A necessary precaution," Dr. Vance deflected. "You are currently on the roster for Midstate University's football team, and are here in response to a callback regarding your annual physical. Is this correct?"
"Yes," replied Adrian, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. He wondered when Dr. Vance was going to get around to ask if he lost his first tooth at three, or what his first words were.
"Very good, Mr. Matthews. May we step into my office?"
Adrian hadn't even noticed that they had blown right past the examination rooms and were now standing in front of an unmarked wooden door. Instantly, the horse's brain started throwing up red flags. If he was being called directly into the doctor's office, this wasn't a good sign. He just hoped it wasn't the big C. He knew his grandfather had cancer, and was just praying that he didn't have it.
The doctor's office was as stereotypical as one might imagine. There was a large desk with a big, comfy office chair behind it and two definitely less comfortable chairs for the patients. There were medical textbooks lining the walls, broken up occasionally by a bookend or a bust of some famous doctor or another. The desk contained very little clutter, the monitor for a PC that was probably underneath the desk, and a few framed pictures that Adrian couldn't see from this angle.
Adrian sat down in one of the patient chairs while Dr. Vance took his place in the comfortable one. It was only then that Adrian fully took in the appearance of Dr. Vance. He didn't look too old, perhaps one or two years out of medical school at most, but the stress of his job had already turned some of his brown headfur gray. He wore glasses with plain, black wire frames, which he adjusted every so often. His yellow eyes, however, seemed quite keen despite the accessory.
"Mr. Matthews, let me ask you, have you ever heard of G.I.G.A Syndrome?"
Adrian shook his head. It didn't sound like cancer, but the word 'syndrome' didn't help. "Giga? That means 'really big' doesn't it?"
Dr. Vance gave him a half smile, and Adrian couldn't help but feel like the fox was calling him an idiot without using words. "No. G.I.G.A," the doctor said, pronouncing every letter.
"Oh...no, I haven't."
"G.I.G.A stands for Genital Ingestion and Gamete Assimilation."
'Oh great,' Adrian thought sarcastically. 'The words 'genital' and 'syndrome' in the same sentence is always a good thing.'
"In males, it's sometimes referred to as 'cock vore,' in females, 'unbirthing', if we want to use the common terms. It was discovered in a tribe on a small island where resources were scarce. The stronger of the tribe would practice ingestion on the weaker, thus ensuring the tribe's strength while also guaranteeing genetic diversity."
"And what does this have to do with me?" Adrian asked. He was a college student in an industrialized nation, not some tribal horse on some lonely island.
Dr. Vance adjusted the glasses on his nose, flipping two or three pages forward on the clipboard. "A blood test with your physical noted some anomalies. We sent your blood onto a lab that confirmed you have the genetic marker that denotes G.I.G.A. That, combined with your elevated blood pressure, another common symptom, leads us to believe that you suffer from the syndrome"
Adrian sat back heavily in the chair, nearly taking it backwards. "Wait, what? That can't be right."
Dr. Vance flipped another few pages. "Not much is known about the syndrome or its origins. While it was discovered in the tribe, it's possible that other locations have it as well. Since its discovery, the government has placed strict enforcement regarding the testing, treatment, and study of those thought to have the syndrome."
"And if I don't have it? What if you made a mistake?"
Dr. Vance just smiled at the horse, calm and cool while his patient was panicking a bit. "Additional tests will be required. After all, mistakes are possible. If you have the time this afternoon, we can begin your tests and, if necessary, your treatment."
"Wh...what kind of tests?" Adrian asked, still trying to absorb the news. "I don't have insurance, or a lot of money." He was still a university student for God's sake.
"Oh, just some simple tests: a second, more targeted blood sample and a semen sample should be enough to confirm the diagnosis. Also, per the government mandate regarding those who may potentially have G.I.G.A, there will be no expense on your part."
This news helped to ease Adrian's mind a bit. He wasn't thrilled at the prospect of getting blood drawn, but on the list of 'things-that-could-go-wrong,' this wasn't number one. Just two tests that would prove he was healthy enough to go back to football.
"Ok, so...can we get this over with?"
Dr. Vance nodded, standing up and heading towards the door. He opened it and allowed Adrian out first. "We'll start with the blood test, and while that is being processed, we'll collect that semen sample." The pair entered the first exam room available. Adrian immediately stripped off his jacket and hung it on the back of the door, then made for the exam table as the doctor started pulling supplies out of a drawer.
The faux-leather of the table and the paper covering creaked and crinkled in protest as Adrian's heft was added on top. The sharp snap of latex gloves made the footballer look up to the doctor, who was still smiling. The fox tied a blue rubber tourniquet around the equine's bicep, tapping at the crook of his elbow to get a rise out of the vein.
"So, what is this G.I.G.A Syndrome anyway? You didn't really explain it." Adrian tried to make conversation, mostly to distract him from the needle that the fox was holding over his arm.
"Oh, G.I.G.A is a syndrome in which the genitals are mutated." The doctor didn't even look up from his work, but Adrian had to look away. He didn't consider himself a wuss, but he absolutely HATED needles. "In males, rather than just expelling semen and urine, the penis can actually reverse course and draw in a living creature. The flesh of the penis is highly elastic and actually has muscle rather than just being made of tissue. The higher blood pressure that G.I.G.A sufferers have allow for the flesh to grow large enough to expand around a full-grown adult victim."
Adrian was so amazed at the sound of this disease that he barely felt the pinch from the needle. The doctor had to be jerking his chain. There was no way that something like this was real, and even if it was, there was no way he had it. The horse started looking around for where a hidden camera could be stashed. The doctor, meanwhile, just switched vials and collected more blood.
"Once drawn in, the victim is forced into a specialized sac in the testicles that disintegrates all living cells. The chromosomes of the victim are then split in half, like you would find in sperm, and then shipped off the testicles for packing and distribution."
Adrian swallowed out of fear. "No way," he started laughing nervously, but the doctor just stared at his watch while the vial filled, probably timing how long it took.
"It is indeed real, and indeed rare. The problem with this syndrome is that there are no obvious external symptoms, and since we have no idea what caused the mutation originally, it's possible for nearly anyone in the population to have it. Also, this syndrome affects others more than it affects the user. The government has declared the act to be murder, despite the fact that it's as basic a biological need for the sufferer as breathing or mating. That's why this testing needs to be done."
Adrian looked at the doctor nervously. "The...government? Um...what will happen to me if I do have it?" The colt was starting to picture morphs in white lab coats and Haz-Mat suits, taking him to some Area-51-style bunker out into the middle of nowhere in an unmarked SUV.
Dr. Vance just laughed softly. "Well, it can be controlled with medication and therapy. Extreme cases either require enforced isolation from society, or...castration," the fox didn't seem to want to admit that one. "But, in your case, since it appears that you haven't expressed any symptoms, we may have caught it early. It can be treated with hypnotic therapy and periodic monitoring."
Adrian felt like a huge weight suddenly left his heart. So, no government helicopters like in those terrible sci-fi movies, at least, as long as he wasn't an 'extreme' case. "What makes an extreme case?"
"A morph who refuses to take medication, does not submit the therapy, and otherwise avoids treatment."
"Oh."
Dr. Vance stood up, picking up the vials of blood he had drawn from the stallion. "All right, now for the second test. I'm going to run these down to the labs and get the analysis started immediately. Meanwhile, I'm going to ask you to provide a semen sample."
"You're not going to stick a needle in my junk, are you?"
The doctor gave that same soft, quiet, warm laugh. "No, no. The test should be loads more fun for you." He opened a small cabinet and brought out a sample cup. "We also have magazines if you need one."
Adrian blushed. "You mean I..."
Dr. Vance nodded. "Yep, just a little fight with the right hand...or the left, whichever you prefer. Just aim and fire into the cup. The more you provide, the better. This shouldn't take too long, but long enough for you to give us a sufficient sample. I'll put a sign on the door so you're not disturbed. The magazines are in this top drawer."
And with that, the fox departed, leaving the horse alone with a sample cup and his thoughts. He was still reeling from everything he had just been told. He was nervous about taking off his pants, still thinking that there might be a hidden camera around. After a few minutes, when no camera crew popped out, Adrian stood and made his way to the drawer that the doctor had pointed to.
The stallion whistled at the trove of pornography that lay inside the drawer. It was like every teenage male's sock drawer in the county had exploded inside. There was gay porn, lesbian porn, straight porn, even some fetish porn. After a little rooting around, Adrian found something that interested him: Femme Farm. Bovines, equines, and ovine females in provacative poses.
He unbuckled his pants, letting the fabric fall to the floor as he flipped through a few of the introductory pictures to get to the centerfold. The zebra female was standing next to a milk bucket, her index finger had been dunked in the milk, and she was sucking it dry while her other hand was toying with her sex.
Adrian felt his sheath swell, wrapping his hand around the tip of his emerging erection and giving it a few encouraging pumps. His eyes remained affixed to the hot picture in front of him while his hand worked over his growing member. He flipped to another picture, this one of a mare bending over a stall door, pretending to fill a feed trough but giving the camera a sweet view of her ass. His medial ring puffed out, and Adrian dedicated his attentions to the lower half of his shaft.
Fingers traced every vein that pumped with the beat of his heart, and he squeezed the medial ring every time he encountered it, his knees buckling a bit at the pulses of pleasure coming from the most sensitive part of his most sensitive part. Precum dribbled out of his slit, dripping onto the floor before he could get the cup. His balls tightened against his body, signalling that he was getting closer.
His orgasm built up behind his loins, and he grabbed the cup with his free hand, jamming his flared head into the plastic rim to ensure accuracy. After a few more pumps, white fluid splattered the inside of the cup, filling it by about a third. Adrian gave a few more hearty pumps, squeezing the urethral bulge on the underside, milking his cock for every drop. He wondered if that would be enough for the doctor. As he was screwing on the lid, he was about to get his answer.
Dr. Vance re-entered the room after knocking twice. He smiled as he caught the stallion with his pants down, flagging erection retreating back into its home. The doctor walked straight over and grabbed the sample cup from the horse, allowing him to pull his pants up. The fox set the cup down, scooping up the magazine.
"Nice," he commented as he folded it up and put it away. Adrian resumed his place as the patient on the paper-topped table-bed. He was shocked when he saw the doctor unscrew the cap of the sample cup and dip his left pinkie in.
"What are you doing?" Adrian asked.
"The final test. Those with G.I.G.A have a powerful anesthetic in their semen, as well as their pre-ecjaculate lubricant, which numbs their victims. It also has a powerful narcotic effect, making them less likely to fight back. It is absorbed through the skin."
"But I've gotten my own junk on my hands multiple times, and I've been fine."
The doctor smiled in that condescending way of someone who deals with a lot of people who think they know better than him. "You're immune to your own seed, otherwise your penis wouldn't be able to obtain or maintain an erection long enough to mate."
"Oh...and..."
"And...my pinky has gone numb. I'm afraid the lab tests confirm that you, indeed, have all the genetic markers for G.I.G.A. This is good news, however, as you've obviously never expressed symptoms, and considering your age, you should have at least had some symptoms. I'm sure we can treat this with some simple hypnotic suggestion. I'd like to set you up for an appointment as soon as possible."
Adrian started breathing heavily, something that had nothing to do with masturbation. "Uh..ok..I don't have class on-"
"No," said the doctor, pulling a notepad and a pen out of his pocket. "We're going to get the chamber set up right now. You'll be asked to follow me."
"The chamber?" Adrian asked, hopping down off the table and following the fox out of the room.
"A sensory deprivation chamber. It will allow us to isolate the part of your brain that accepts information. That way, the hypnotic suggestion will take hold. It should prove to be sufficient therapy to prevent your G.I.G.A from flaring up, and would eliminate the need for medication."
Spend some time getting hypnotized and avoid having to be drugged or castrated? It sounded ok to Adrian. He wondered if how he would tell his mother. Lost in thought, the stallion wasn't aware of the twists and turns they made through the doctor's office, ending up in a corridor where only one door stood at the end.
"Here we are."
The doctor opened up the door to reveal what could have been a small operating room, except for the complete lack of surgical tools. There was a foam mattress in the center of the room, and on a tray next to it was what looked like a pair of tanning goggles and nose plugs. The goggles were completely covered, rather than having a small, shaded hole in the center.
"Please undress and lay face up on the mattress."
Adrian gave a quick glance to the fox, who didn't even pretend to look away. The stallion sighed, disrobing quickly. His athletic build caused a raised eyebrow from the doctor. The student felt particularly vulnerable, standing naked in front of the doctor. Still, the fox was smaller, and Adrian was sure he could probably take him if something funky started happening. The horse laid down on the mattress, sinking in almost immediately.
"Please put on the goggles and install the nose plugs," the doctor instructed calmly. Adrian did that. Suddenly the world beyond the goggles went dark, and then red.
"I'm going to put these headphones on you, and they will deliver the hypnotic suggestion. I will still be in the room. If you need assistance, please remain calm and call out, but do not remove any of the instruments, all right? You may experience visual and auditory hallucinations, and even tactile hallucinations have been reported for some individuals. Remember, regardless of what you see, hear, or feel, please do not remove the instruments yourself."
Adrian nodded, waiting for the fox to clamp the headphones on. He didn't have to wait long before his ears were covered, and he was rendered virtually deaf. They must have been those expensive, sound-canceling deals that he had heard about, which would make sense for a deprivation chamber. There was a soft hiss as the track started playing, and soon, the soft voice of Dr. Vance started to speak to him.
He was half-expecting the cheesy 'You are getting sleepy' routine, but instead, what he got was the fox's voice in a very monotone, very steady rhythm:
"In this sensory deprivation exercise, you will be put into the role of a victim of G.I.G.A Syndrome. We will set the scene, and your subconscious mind will make it seem like it is real happening to your body. Soon, your unconscious mind will begin to equate the sensation of the victim with the condition, and you will be repulsed on a subconscious level in regards to the action of ingesting someone through your penis."
Adrian was about to yawn, the deprivation chamber only serving to put him to sleep, when he felt something warm and slimy on his toes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. The doctor had warned him that he would feel odd sensations, but that they were just hallucinations. Still, the red light, combined with the repetitive monotone made him kind of jumpy. He tried to calm his nerves, convincing himself that it was all in his head. Even as the warmth crawled up his feet, he tried to rationalize the sensations. They weren't unpleasant. It felt a little like putting on socks that had just come out of hot water, and after a while it even felt kind of good, which seemed to be counterproductive to an exercise designed to make him hate and fear the sensation.
The warmth continued to slid up his body, reaching to about his midthigh before another sensation took hold of him. He felt his feet go numb, and even when he tried to wiggle his toes, he couldn't feel them.
"Um...doctor? I can't feel my toes."
Adrian waited for some response, any response from the doctor, but he didn't get any. He took a few more breaths, then repeated himself. After a few more seconds, he had enough and pulled off the goggles and headphones, tossing them aside.
He looked down at his legs, his eyes adjusting slowly to the red light of the room. The horse gasped as he saw what looked like a pinkish sleeping bag stretched over his thighs. It took him a few moments to realize that the bag was pulsing, and he followed it down his legs to the end of the bed. There stood Dr. Vance, the other end of the pink puff ending between his exposed thighs, both paws wrapped around the base to hold it steady, his eyes closed and a grimace on his face. Adrian soon realized that it wasn't a grimace of pain, but a face of pleasure.
The equine tried pulling his legs free, but they were stuck fast. The actions got the attention of the doctor, though, who opened his eyes. "I thought I told you not to remove the instruments. Bad patient."
"W...what are you doing?" Adrian asked, his vision starting to blur a bit.
The fox's response was a physical one, the puffy pinkness surging up to rest just below the horse's beefy balls. Adrian started panting with horror at the sudden thought that the doctor was pulling him into his penis. He gripped the foam mattress as best he could, but he couldn't get enough leverage to help pull himself out of the cock, as strong an athlete as he might have been. His thighs bulged, and the fox's shaft stopped, a moan of pleasure erupting from the orange muzzle of the doctor.
"Keep doing that," the doctor whispered, the head of his shaft flaring again and pulling the equine in to his hips. The numbness climbed from his feet to his ankles, and slowly began to ascend upwards. Meanwhile, the blurring of Adrian's vision had only gotten worse, and he felt drowsy. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him from passing out. He looked around for any sort of emergency button, something that he could use to alert others to his problem.
The cock's fleshy head continued to pull upwards, now slurping on the horse's navel. Adrian moaned a little at the tickling sensation, the whole experience slowly tilting from bizarre and terrifying to oddly enjoyable. There was still that part of his brain, however, that wanted to escape. Balling his hands into fists, the horse brought both hands down on the head of the cock that was eating him.
He must have been moving slower than he thought, because rather than hit the head, the slit expanded and caught them as if he was moving in slow motion. He tried to pull his hands out, but they were stuck as surely as his legs and torso were. He pulled until he felt like his shoulders were going to separate from the force, finally collapsing back against the foam in defeat.
The fox stroked along the veins in his shaft, petting his member as it devoured the buff and strong equine. The patient would become a whole load of seed for him to spread around, and such a fine specimen, too. The doctor teased the horse's knees as their outline appeared near the base of his shaft. With a few more wet slurps, the horse was neck deep in the flesh, tilting his snout upward to try and get a few more precious breaths of air. This only served to make him more stream-lined, though, as with two more strong pulls, he was engulfed in the hot tunnel.
Pre oozed all over his form, aiding his passage from the fox's monstrous shaft to his waiting testicles. Adrian's world was now one of pleasantly hot numbness. Dr. Vance's musky, masculine odor filled his nostrils and took what little resistance was left in his mind away. He felt himself being dragged deeper and deeper down, his mind similarly disappearing into a world where nothing existed but the odd pleasure. Even as he was forced into a tighter, more confined space, having to draw his knees to his chest to fit, he felt nothing but blissful peace.
A strange pool appeared around the horse's ankles and butt, slowly rising. The horse suddenly got a weird urge, scooping some up with his paw and taking a deep drink. His tongue was too numb to taste it, and his throat was too numb to feel it as it slid down his stomach, but it made him strangely happy. He closed his eyes, not caring as the pool got higher and higher.
Dr. Vance grunted, rubbing his paws over his swollen scrotum as it went to work transforming the horse into seed. He could feel the gurgling in his loins, sitting on the foam mattress and watching the show. His cock had returned to normal, but he could see the form of the equine as it got smaller and smaller, his balls filling with the newly-infused semen. Pre dripped onto the floor, and Alexi had to let go of his shaft when his sensitivity increased. Pleasure shot up his spine with each beat of his heart, Adrian slowly disappearing as his balls filled out to look like wonderfully large oranges. The fox slipped his pants back on, even the fabric brushing against his softening cock proving to be nearly too much. He gripped the edge of the mattress, taking a few long, deep breaths to try and get himself under control.
Coughing to clear his throat, the doctor brushed off the front of his shirt and straightened his tie. He took his glasses out of the pocket of his lab coat, putting them on his muzzle as he drew out a pen and a pad of paper. He crossed the name: "Adrian Matthews" off his list, looking down to see his next patient. It was an afternoon appointment. The fox smiled. Perhaps a visit to one of the positively delicious looking nurses would give him the opportunity to make room for his next patient.