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Chap 3

Thursday

The third walk in of the week was a Rabbit, they came in at times for Libido Reduction Therapy, and either Neutering or Penile Desensitivity Therapy. To keep from producing so many offspring, of course by the time they come in they generally already have far too many. And more than half the time their wives ended up cuckolding them, and having more offspring with another male anyway. Jarrod made sure never to mention any of those things of course, business was business guys like this paid all their salaries. The big Horse turned the Rabbit over to Corey, knowing the big Hog would enjoy it. Lance still had his Lion for one more day, and of course Jarrod had the Bull. So unless there were any more walk in's, something the big Horse very seriously doubted... this was the only new business of the day.

Getting his big Cow... out of the tank the Horse once again was forced to tighten those restraints not that the bovine showed any signs of rebellion at this point. In fact the big doughy Bull could no longer meet the equines gaze, Jarrod decided it was time to do a little testing. He invited Ray, one of the orderlies who also happened to be a bovine into the room. The young red and white Bull had been working there long enough, to not be shocked by the command to use the other male's mouth. He strolled up to the other kneeling bovine, taking his huge junk out and rubbing his sheath and balls over that handsome muzzle. Laying his nuts on the soft kneeling Bull's muzzle, chuckling slightly as the passive male couldn't help licking those big sweaty balls. Soon that long red Bull cock snaked out of his sheath, as the passive male's tongue snaked out need fully. Jarrod stood back watching as his patient eagerly began to lick, first that huge sack and then the other Bull's long thick erection. "Ammmm yeah." Ray moaned, stepping back as he guided that big round cock head into the soft kneeling Bull's muzzle, soon he was feeding more and more of that big fucker between those shiny black lips. Soon the young red Bull was leaning over the others up turned muzzle, humping and grunting as he fucked that compliant mouth.

The big Horse slipped his phone out, getting some quick video of the famous Bull sucking his first real life cock. Of course within the VR the Bull had taken hundreds of cocks in both ends, now it was time to move things into the real world. Jarrod was letting Ray go first, just encase the Bull was feeling like rebelling against programming and maybe biting. The Horse was planning for his cock to be the first going into the other end; it was safer by far as long as those legs were strapped down good and tight. The lustful red and white Bull was really fucking that muzzle now, his big hands gripping those shortened horns as he pounded away. "That's it... cock sucker." Jarrod praised loudly, watching the kneeling Bull's brow knit up in anger and annoyance, but soon smoothed out as he that big cock thrusting down his throat and those huge balls smacking against his chin lulled him. At last he was reacting like he was supposed to, Jarrod feeling a little better as he watched it. Catching Ray's eye, the Horse gestured for the orderly to taunt the other Bull... the orderly grinned eagerly. "Ummm gods yes... suck my cock hard Cow." Ray moaned loudly, yet the not so Legendary Longhorn reacted much more passively to his words his mouth working harder to please the other Bull. "Ohooo... Ohoooo yeah. Ummm that's right bitch..." Ray moaned his hip's bucking and plunging harder and faster, that long cock vanishing down the kneeling bovine's throat. "Get ready... I'm going to paint your throat with my cum." Ray moaned, his huge balls drawing up as that long fucker tensed harder and harder... and then with a loud 'Mooo' he cum hard. Thrusting a few more times before dragging his thick fucker out, to spurt his last gush over the kneeling Bulls muzzle.

"Good work..." Jarrod snickered, strolling up to pat the orderly on the back... looking down into the pleasure glazed eyes of his kneeling patient. "Take a break and tell the other orderlies to stop by one at a time." The big Horse snorted, as the young red and white Bull stuffed his junk back into his scrubs and wobbled out. Standing over the big blue Bull the Horse took out his own semi hard cock, ordering the Bull to open his mouth. His bovine patient obediently flopped his mouth open so eagerly Jarrod almost considered fucking it, but then he really wasn't that horny. Instead he just aimed his cock at that gaping mouth, inhaling deeply as he relaxed letting loose a thick yellow stream. The big Bull blinks looking up at him in shock, gulping down the first mouthful automatically. And then as that strong piss sprayed over his nose and lip's, began to sputter cursing weakly as the standing Horse emptied his bladder all over him.

"Fucker... you fucker." The big Bull grunted, but he didn't try to move or stop the smirking equine from using him like a urinal... in fact getting more in his mouth as he spoke. Swallowing it without thinking, as the grinning Horse told him condescendingly what a good boy he was. By the time he was finished emptying his bladder, there was a knock at the door as Tom a huge Rhino orderly came in. The big Rhino grinning from ear to ear, as he knew what he was going to be doing. Jarrod let the rest of the orderlies have their fun, feeding his patient more and more cum. Once they all had their turn, he had the Bull climb up on the table and strapped him down good and tight.

"You're about to find out just how much of a fucker I am." The big Horse snickered, as he lubed up the former cage fighters anus, and then took out his long thick equine rut stick again. It was good and hard by that time, after watching the Bull suck and swallow over and over again. Spreading the table he moved up between this locked down legs, lifting the Bulls tail up and to one side. "Get ready Cow..." The big Horse smirked, as he pushed the big blunt flare of his equine cock against the others hot anus. The Stallion knew that a straight male like this guy, would normally be very hard to get inside of. And so couldn't help giggling as he felt the Bull's hole open its self up for him, slowly his thick cock sank into that hot orifice. "Ohoooo some Cow wants my dick..." Jarrod laughed, as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into that delightful feeling hole... this wasn't something he normally enjoyed doing. But this time he could feel the Bull giving up to him... and it felt damn good indeed. "Fuck you're going to make some male a good bitch."

Friday

Cameron the young creamy white Stallion was there for his appointment twenty minutes early, Jarrod directed him down to room four. And then found Corey letting him know that his patient was waiting for him. The big Boar looked very excited by this knowledge, so the big Horse warned him about not saying anything to offend the young equine. But also reminded the hefty Hog that once he had the stud under, he was to use the ejaculator to milk every last drop of semen out of the young Stallion before gelding him. The big Horse had looked into the sale of that semen on the dark web, and already had a bidding war going on for it. The big Boar smiled, assuring his supervisor that he would make sure to get as much as the young stud had to offer.

Going to his office, Jarrod sipped his morning cup of coffee while checking his email noting that they also had a prisoner coming in that same day. Lance could take him... the Tiger was also going to release his Lion patient this morning as well. Walking back out to the main desk the big Horse spotted the Tiger, who was always coming in early. "Everything in order?" He asked, as the Tiger looked up from his paperwork flashing the equine a broad smile.

"Yes sir. Just doing the release papers for Kyon, I'll be free to start work on a new patient in an hour or so." The big Horse nodded his long narrow head, sipping his coffee as the Tiger wandered off down the hall. Shrugging his shoulders the big equine returned to his office, to review the work he was planning for his own Bull patient. He'd stopped thinking of the bovine as the star fighter he use to be, finding himself think of the soft passive male as a Cow...

Lance smiled after four more days of Aggression Therapy treatments, the young feline Kyon was acting completely different. Gone was the subconscious swagger of a top predator, most all of the young Lion's mind was totally rewired into prey behavior. Soft spoken and flighty now, he peeked around every corner as if expecting a sudden pouncing attack. Lance grinned as he watched the Lion's head lift alertly, at the sound of someone walking down the hallway outside the room. There was a sharp noise of a clip-broad hitting the floor, instantly the young Lions tail popped up and he got ready to run. The Tiger was satisfied that the Lion was behaving just like a deer, two days and nights of VR cervine personality over lay. Along with two more days of simulated predator attacks, had transformed the young feline utterly.

This was a good thing, since without claws and fangs he would be just as defenseless as any prey species. Lance didn't want to see his pacified predator patients injured after they left his care, which was one of the reason's he made them so subservient. And tried to instill a desire to be with prey, and to be as soft a loving as possible. The Tiger felt good knowing that when he was done, the patient and the world be better for his efforts. He still saw a few of his former patients sometimes, around the city going about their new lives. And they always greeted him as an old friend; a few had even invited him and his lover to go out with them to dinner. Most of the time those dinners, evolve into a wild night of mate swapping fun. Some prey males really got off on having a pacified predator in their beds, which the big Tiger understood completely.

"Sssooooo I have a presssent for you." Lance announced, enjoying the wide Doe eyed look the mane less young Lion gave him. Lance carefully laid out the rose colored tank top, and bright green short shorts on the Lion's bed. "I hope you like it..."

"Ohooooo their adorable... Thank you!" Kyon exclaimed, picking up the tank top and holding it up in front of himself as he looked into the mirror near his bed.

"Sssince you'll be returning to normal life today, I figured you'd rather wear something home more flattering than a baggy hossspital gown." Lance explained with a wide flat toothed smile, as the young Lion bounced up and took off his gown. Before pulling his new clothing onto his sleek golden body, the new clothes fit tightly just like they were meant to. Showing off everything the pacified feline had to offer, and he was offering it to anyone who might want it with those clothes.

Lance escorted Kyon out to the centers front doors, noticing as he looked out a cluster of tall rangy lupines waiting across the street. Giving the young Lion one last hug, the Tiger bid him goodbye. Watching as the slender young Lion strolled down the steps; the gang of Wolves quickly crossed the street to cut him off. Lance noticing that one of the Wolves had reddish brown scabs across his long pointed lupine muzzle. Kyon's long tail sprang up comically as the Wolves surrounded him, cutting off any escape routes. As the Tiger watched Kyon knelt down in front of the Wolf, as the pack began to laugh uproariously. Lifting the young feline up they dragged him into the nearby alleyway, the Tiger slipped down to peek in. Watching as the young feline's mane-less head bobbed up and down on the smirking Wolfs crotch, while the others fondled their growing cocks. It was plain that the young Lion's compliant new nature, had won over the young lupine predators. "Lucky boy." The big striped feline hissed with a bright smile, turning he went back to his job. It was almost lunch time and his next patient was already waiting for him on the table. A sleek black Panther who had a thing for raping smaller weaker furs, this was going to be a highly satisfying afternoon...

Leading the now very soft round looking Bull down the hall, Jarrod escorted him into the training restroom. And had him kneel down over the floor drain, today the bovine was going to play urinal for the staff and any guests who happened to come in. Cameras would monitor him to make sure he was reacting appropriately, with the Bull kneeling Jarrod took out his own half hard cock. "Open wide." He ordered, watching as the big Bull opened his mouth... taking a deep breath the Horse relaxed. Releasing a thick stream of golden piss into that open mouth, smirking as the Bull struggled to swallow while keeping his mouth open. It took practice, so a lot of that piss runs down the sides of that wide neck and over that sagging chest. Once he was finished Jarrod wipe the wet tip off on the Bull's cheek, with a wide gloating sneer. "That's a good boy." He praised before turning around and walking out, he moved down to the regular restroom sliding the out of order sign over the rest room sign. And the arrow directing everyone to use the room the Bull was in, the staff was use to this kind of thing of course. Just then the receptionist spotted him, and informed him there was someone waiting in his office.

Jarrod had never expected to meet the famous race horse, much less have him in his office... he smiled and politely shook hands. Kind of surprised to realize they were about the same age, the retired stallion was just as handsome as Jarrod remembered. Of course being middle aged he had thickened a bit around the middle, plenty of good food and soft living of course. "As you have no doubt guessed..." The big handsome Stallion snorted; clearly he was not happy to be there at all. "I'm here about my son Cameron." Jarrod's smile broadens and he nodded his head sagely, the young former stallion was in recovery at that very moment.

"He's a very nice boy..." Jarrod complimented with a slight smirk, thinking the new gelding wasn't exactly a boy anymore. "Everything is going very well... we should be releasing him on Monday." Jarrod watched the other Stallion paw at the carpet with one sleek well manicured hoof, shaking his long handsome head negatively.

"I want it stopped." Man 'O'war grunted looking into the other Horse's eye's, but finding no sympathy there only a strange gleeful glimmer. "I found this paper work in his room..." The big race Horse, took the papers out of an inside pocket of his two thousand dollar suit and tossed it at the other equine. Jarrod didn't bother catching them; he knew very well what they detailed as he'd sign the young Stallion up for them himself. The bundle of papers bounced off Jarrod's chest and landed on his desk in front of him, as the technician sat looking over at the other Stallion.

"I'm afraid that is not possible... legally speaking." Jarrod's pleasant smile never wavered, he was polite and professional in the face of the others bluster. "I am of course very much familiar with what procedures these papers detail, as I am who Cameron spoke with about them." He explained making the sleek race Horse's eye bulge, leaning forwards the famous Stallion. Sputtered and stammered for a moment in shock, making Jarrod lick his lips with a certain relish. "As your son is a legal adult, who booked these procedures for himself... You have no standing in this matter what so ever." He pointed out, noticing the other Stallion's upper lip quiver in frustration and anger.

"The boy has gone mad... he's having his b-bballs cut off..." Man 'O'war exclaimed in shock, making the other Jarrod nod his head slowly... he'd just told the racer he had done the paper work himself. "Throwing away hundreds of thousands of dollars he could make in stud fees, throwing away his future." Jarrod tilted his head as if considering this for the first time, while the fact of the matter was he'd thought of it long before Cameron had come back. And had instructed Corey to milk the young stud completely before gelding him, Jarrod was planning to sale that semen himself later on. After the tabloid story broke of course, he would secretly put the young Stallion's last seed up for auction. "I'm not paying for you to turn my son into a..." The rich Stallion snapped, and then paused as he heard himself speaking... to civilized to say what he was thinking but looking very upset.

"Actually... Cameron paid for everything in advance with a prepaid platinum card." Jarrod explained watching the other's muzzle twist up, and knowing that card must have been a gift from father to son. And the fact of the matter was, Cameron had already been made into gelding before his father had shown up. Like the money paid up front, it was the son's way of making sure his father couldn't stop what he had planned.

"I... I gave him that money to start a herd with." Cameron's father exclaimed in shock and horror, at the knowledge he had indeed paid for his son's unmaling. Jarrod smiled and shrugged his shoulders, in a 'kids what are you going to do with them' gesture. Man 'O'war leaned back massaging his forehead, looking very tired and older somehow. "I should have spent more time with him... when he was younger." The sleek race Horse confessed, slowly recounting his regrets about the way he'd spent his early days at stud. Thinking of it as he had thought of racing, he'd put all his time into breeding as many mares for as much money as possible. While his own family had seen very little of him, Jarrod did his best to give the other Stallion a sympathetic shoulder. Even as he dug out a brochure for a treatment Spousal Abuse Pacification or S.A.P Therapy had been designed to use on abusive husbands, making the male more family loving and gently. He didn't say anything, but just pressed the brochure into the big race Horses trembling hands. He doubted very seriously that he could get the famous race Horse on one of his tables, but if he did damn wouldn't that be something.

Back in the room, Corey had started to carefully stitch Cameron up. He'd left the horse's sac, thinking it looked nice like that. Loose, soft skin tucked between the equine's thighs where it could be tugged and played with. He smirked to himself, laughing softly as he looked over at the computer system.

A massive grin spread over his muzzle. The horse was already sliding into Level 3 Training, which meant that he'd completely and instantly accepted Levels 1 and 2. The fact that the mixture of options the horse selected was used only on the most intensely heinous criminals meant little to the boar, except for the fact that it ensured that horse was intensely submissive, broken, and needy once the process was done. He'd been documenting the entire process, of course, from the moment the stallion walked into the room. He knew Jerrod would give him a cut, after all, and the idea of having the horse sitting on his lap, riding his dick as he scrolled through the pictures and showed him how much he'd cared about his transition...

Corey licked his lips, laughing a little. He was getting more and more accustomed to the idea of the gelding being his personal bitch. His little live in toy. He grinned to himself, and then got the fur follicle replacement tool, sighing at the amount of work it was going to take, and starting to carefully and permanently recolor the horse's fur. Palomino to prissy was going to be entertaining... but time consuming.

Monday

Jarrod got in early on Monday, knowing the amount of work that usually accumulated over the weekend and wanting to make sure things were clear. It surprised him then, when he met someone on the steps of the building, apparently waiting for him.

"Can I help you?" The Horse asked the small, but very well dressed Fox as he strolled up.

The Fox grinned up ear to ear at the big Horse, and Jarrod found himself clutching is wallet. "Oh, I think you can." The little Vulpine laughed cheerfully, as he looked the big equine up and down. "After all... you have one of my clients here."

The Horse raised a single eyebrow, and then nodded knowingly as he realized. Of course... Mr. Vanon the Bull's manager and fighter promoter there was no doubt about it. "Well, what can I do for you?"

"Nothing much." The Fox sneered, stepping into the building after the Horse, and then locking the door discretely behind him. The big Horse noticed this action, raising and eyebrow once again. "But I do have some paperwork that I need signed... and I would rather enjoy you witnessing it. And if someone asks... just tell them that the Bull signed it before he went under." The Fox asked, snickering softly as Jarrod turned to look at him carefully now.

"I'm sure you know how illegal that is, right?" Jarrod pointed out calmly, watching as the Fox's nose twitched a little at that. "Extreme Pacification means that the state normally collects excess assets..." The big Horse pointed out, gesturing off to the ceiling dismissively... then turning his gaze to the Fox's eyes.

The sly Vulpine examined that look, reading it carefully, and then murmured softly under his breath. "Ten percent of what's left, after the Cows. They get half."

"So five percent." The big Horse countered, shaking his long narrow Equine head.

The little Fox grunted in annoyance, his eye's narrow and calculating. "Fine... ten percent total."

The Stallion nodded slightly, he could work with that number and it made clear to the Fox that he wasn't a fool. "Write me a check. I'll go get our cow up and cleaned."

The Fox's pointed muzzle split into a big delighted grin, things were working out good for him. He'd obviously expected the Horse to hold out for more, but Jarrod knew that if he did that now... there was no chance of a repeat in the future. He went back to the last room, running the fluid cycler on the Bull for the last time.

He looked at the once-proud longhorn through the glass, as the system washed away the genetic fluid and with it, his ability to put on musculature, exude body odors other than those he was marked with, or grow fur that wasn't feather soft. An expensive process, but it made for a perfect, soft figure. The final steps had tightened most of the Bull's skin up, but he was still fleshy and soft looking, which was the purpose of the effect.

As the door opened, the Horse reached up, removing the horn molds he'd placed late on Friday. Those huge, once-massive horns were now shortened and petite, ending in slightly rounded nubs... perfect handholds. He guided the Bull out of the chamber, and then laid him over the bed, letting him recover from the longer than average convalescence. He dried him off, then spanked his ass hard, making the cowboi jerk, and then moan suddenly, hiking his tail up eagerly. The Horse nodded in satisfaction, he'd had his fun, after all.

He tugged the Bull up onto his cloven hooves, leading him out to the front lobby nude. Once he was there, he put him on his knees next to the Fox as the vulpine looked down at him, eyes full of pure malevolence and black glee.

"Oh, hoho... Not such a big, Bull stud now, I see." The little Fox gloated, as the former fighter knelt before him totally passive. "Shame about how you treated me and my people now, isn't it?"

The Horse instantly recognized this, it was a case of pure revenge, which suited him fine. He snapped his fingers, and the Bull jerked and cowered slightly. "Sign the paperwork." The big Horse ordered, shoving a clipboard with the Fox's papers on it into the Bull's hands.

The Bull hesitated as the clipboard was put in front of him, but a few seconds later, he was signing his name at the bottom. And once he was done, the Horse witnessed and dated them; noticing first came the divorce from his Cows, giving them half of his assets. The second was a legal document agreeing to allow a press release the Fox is going to put out, all about the Bull's retirement and self pacification... Jarrod snorted in amusement at that, handing it all back to the Fox, who in turn passed him a check. The Horse nodded slightly, as he looked over the check in his hands. "He's all yours." He said casually, not really caring at this point, the Bull had punched him, after all.

The Fox snickered derisively, licking his thin lip's as he sneered down at the former fighter. "This'll be fun." He snickered, running a paw over the short stub horn's on the soft Bull's broad head. "After all, Aces Wild finishes up his contract with us in a week." He pointed out, watching as the passive Bull's eyes widened in sudden understanding that he was still under contract to the Fox. "And I needed a proper, legendary replacement..." The Fox added, sneering down at the passive Bull who now was nodded his head slowly.

The Horse had heard of Aces Wild, another cage fighter, another Bull, who'd been voluntarily pacified a few years back following a series of in-ring incidents. Jarrod nodded his head slowly, knowing that Aces Wild was a fan greeter. "Sounds fine to me. Heheh hell I might come by... if you have him in a public place." The big Horse said laughing, knowing that the Bull would be working giving horny fight fan's blow job's.

The Fox grinned, reaching over and tugging the Bull by those short horns. "Let's see if that ten year contract you forced us into signing sounds as good, huh LL?" The Fox said, laughing and walking toward the door, unlocking it and leading the Bull out. The Horse smirked, looked at the check, and whistled softly... then grinned to himself.

Jarrod sat down at the computer, glancing over the system slowly. He saw Lance had logged in a few times over the weekend, working on his panther to accumulate some vacation time probably. And to his surprise, so had Corey... that made the big Horse cock and eyebrow, then shrugged... it really was no big deal.

He was pleased to see that the weekly criminal list was short, but arched an eyebrow at the first entry. 'Cole Ferguson.' He knew that name... it took him a moment to place it... the dirty cop who they'd finally caught. He found himself grinning, dirty cops were always the worst clients, but they also had the most capable and furious handlers. The kind that stuck around and make sure that they volunteered for additional treatments... and all on the state's dime heh.

Jarrod laughed to himself, glancing up as Lance and Corey both scanned themselves in through the Employee entrance. Waving to them both briefly as they hurried off to their respective projects... which meant that the dirty cop would be his. He glanced over the information, laughing softly to himself... a Cheetah, which meant he was already probably on the smaller and skinnier side.

In the back, Corey was quietly transferring the Pink-and-Hot-Pink stallion from his tank to a gurney, rubbing his wet fur to make sure there were no discolorations. He hadn't missed a single hair, which made him very happy and proud of his work. He moved the Horse from the back to his work room, grinning and loading him onto the table with a grin. "Hey cutie." The fat Hog said, rubbing the gelding's smooth chest and finding hard nipples. "Hey... you there?"

Cameron stirred slightly, groaning a funny little high pitch Equine groan. The baths were always tiring, and it was plain the new gelding was groggy. "Y-yeah." He managed to reply to the Boars greeting, his eyelids flickering open.

Corey smiled down at the sexy Equine, examining the scar between the other's legs. The baths had nearly healed him entirely there, and Corey was confident in removing the stitches. But first he wanted to do a little test, just to see if his mental reprogramming was fully in place. "Cameron, tell me what you are?"

Cameron grunted softly, his eye's wandering all over the smiling Pig's muzzle. "A... a Horse..." He at last managed to mumble, Corey smirked slightly, and then changed the question slightly. This time making it into a command, which should get a completely different answer.

"Tell Daddy what you are." The hefty Hog ordered, watching as the young Horse's eyes flew open wide. Cameron's body jerked, the gelding moaning as it arching on the table.

"I'm a faggot, I'm a mareboi, I'm a gelding fuckhole... I'm Daddy's Cumdump." He stammered, all the words flowing freely as he was rewarded for them with a burst of pleasure. He squirmed on the table, moaning hard as Corey grinned down at him. It had been Corey's own idea, the young Horse hated his father, so inserting a 'Daddy' would help the system subvert that. And he had lots of ideas of who would be a perfect 'Daddy' for the faggot pony.

***

At the same time a few rooms down, Lance was helping his Panther get onto the table. The once-big cat having spent a weekend in intense Pacification and Submission Therapy, to the point that he was having a difficult time controlling his bladder. The Tiger knew it would come back with time, but he also knew that while it lasted, the additional humiliation would be a major point to helping the feline into his new life. Lance watched the look of horror and disgust bloom of the Panthers muzzle, as he suddenly began to piss himself just walking towards the table. "Hahah... it'sss really not THAT ssscary." The Tiger taunted, making the other feline glare at him intensely for a moment. But the aggression therapy had already mostly done its work, the look was all the aggression the other feline could manages. "Owwww... it'sss ok I've got jussst the thing." Lance teased in a tone that sounded like he was placating a small cub, walking over the Tiger cleaned up the others crotch with a wet wipe. Powdered it with baby powder and then slipped a diaper on the weakly glaring Panther. "That ssshould take care of anymore accidentsss... baby will have to tell me when he needsss it changed." Lance smirked helping the other feline up onto the table, before injecting him with the drugs to get his mind pliant. Once that was done he slipped the VR headset on, Victim Identity treatments would begin today. The Panther was going to feel what it was like to have been in the receiving end of one of his own sexual attacks. They pulled these experiences right from the minds of the felines admitted victims, it was a service the courts mandated for rapists.

***

"That's right." The big Boar grunted, gently stroking the young gelding's bright red mane with one hot flabby hand... as he leaned in and kissed him hard on those soft mobile equine lips. The sexy equine instantly returning that kiss, eager to pleasure any big horny Daddy who came along. Corey let that kiss linger for a long moment, enjoying that fresh equine mouth with his own. "Ammm damn boi you kiss good." The Boar moaned pulling away at last, to look down at his own erection clearly outlined in his loose fitting scrubs. "Now why don't you lift your legs, daddy wants to go for a ride." The sexy little sissy gelding's legs went up so fast; they almost hit the Boar in the muzzle before he pulled back. Corey laughed softly as he reached down to lube that soft pucker, he'd used it a couple of times already. Once as soon as the gelding had came out of the mental reprogramming, a new gelding and eager to please. And then over the weekend after each reinforcement run, of course he'd also enjoyed that muzzle a time or two. Cameron had already developed some oral skills, before all of this but now he was really doing his best to please. And would refuse to do nothing, the Pig had asked for every nasty thing he could think of. From rimming to licking the bottoms of his hooves, and the sissified young gelding had done it all with equal enthusiasm. The mental programming had a lot of sexual passivity to build with, in this sexy young Horse it seemed.

Corey pulled that sexy round equine rump over to the edge of the table, and then shoved his scrubs half way down those thick thighs. Freeing his long twisted organ, which was throbbing and dripping in anticipation. Licking his thick lip's, the big Hog guided his big twisted fucker into the geldings hot tailhole inhaling softly in pleasure as that hole swallowed him eagerly. While below him Cameron moaned out loudly, as his new daddies twisted pig dick was slowly pushed inside of that sleek ass. Corey wasting no time in beginning to roll his flabby hips, fucking that hot, tight, asshole lustfully. "Ammmm yeah... take my dick mareboi." He moaned, feeling the pretty pink gelding tremble on his hard cock... knowing that at that instant the Horse was as happy as he possibly could be.

"Oh Daddy... Ohooo Daddy you're so big and hard inside of me." The sissy little gelding hissed in loving wonder, as if this was the very best thing that had ever happened to him. It was all part of the programming, Corey knew that and yet a part of him believed his sexy gelding really meant it. "Ummm yes... use me... hard please Daddy." Cameron begged lustfully, making Corey shiver in delight the hefty porker moaning and picking up his pace. Rutting that needy slut hole harder and faster, his big body sweating from the exertion... he never went at it this hard with a patient. But then he'd kind of stopped thinking of Cameron as just a patient, leaning down he nuzzled and nibbled along that long equine neck. Watching as the gelding's eye's rolled back in his head, as a wave of orgasmic pleasure made that pink body quiver on the Boars hard cock. Corey chuckled softly; very happy to see his gelding enjoying that hard pounding... of course it would take the Boar a lot longer to get his own orgasm. But Cameron wasn't going to complain, the gelding was going to orgasm about twenty times before the hefty Hog finally filled that sweet ass with his cum.

"I think I'm going to keep you." The big Boar whispered into the sexy pink geldings pointed ear, Cameron's body jumped and shook like a leaf. He looked up at the big Boar looming over him, his muzzle spreading out into a wide delighted smile. "Would you like that?" Corey asked very gently, even as his huge porcine balls spanked that firm round equine ass savagely... his hard fucker pounding deep inside of the gelding's body.

"Yes Daddy... Yes please." Cameron moaned, already grunting and quaking as a fresh wave of pleasure washed through his brain. Corey grinned; pushing his mouth against those soft equine lips's again kissing long and deeply. "Take me home and keep me forever Daddy." Cameron invited as that long kiss broke; making Corey shiver in pleasure he wanted a sexy slut that he could slowly make into his perfect mate. And this sexy mareboi was exactly what he'd been looking for, it wasn't totally ethical but as long as he released the gelding. And Cameron came to him afterwards... it would all be completely legal and they could spent the rest of their lives together.

***

As Jarrod finally stood up from his desk, the police arrive with the prisoner. The Rhino and the Bear once again, a furious, snarling Cheetah being held between them.

"Stop it! I didn't agree the this... I'm not going to take this treatment." The Cheetah snarled wildly, struggling to pull away from the two officers dragging him along... even as the big Bear smirked at him. The sleek, limber feline twisting and pulling desperately to escape the grip's of the two much bigger males. It was plain from the leg chains and thick belt that his leather mitten covered paws were chained to... that the Cheetah had been very combative.

"That aint what the judge said Cole." The huge reddish Grizzly snarled right back in dark amusement, it was plain the Bear was highly offended by the feline's past actions. "The judge sez yer gunna be made into a good little pussy." The Bear taunted, making the Cheetah twist and try to lunge at him... but the Rhino jerked him back before he could get near the Grizzly with his mouth.

"Fuck you Sikorsky." The sleek spotted feline spat at the Bear, clearly the two of them had never liked each other very much. "You cock sucking piece of shit." The big Bruin didn't hesitate; he swung one huge paw in a wide sweeping back hand that almost lifted the cat off his feet paws. That shut the feline up for the moment, as blood poured out of his mouth down over his soft fury chin. Those big honey golden eyes looking glazed and stunned, as the Cheetah staggered back a step or two.

"We gotta real piece of work for you today Doc." The Rhino advised, with a look of disgust all over his big blunt muzzle, as he looked from the Cheetah to the big Horse. Jarrod nodded his head sagely, he'd read all about it in the news papers. The Cheetah was as corrupt as they came, a bigger criminal than the guys he'd arrested and sent to prison or here to the Center.

"Take him into room one... please." The big Horse requested, knowing the cops would want to watch and room one was set up for viewing just for that kind of thing. With a window going from the Officers waiting room right into the treatment room, the Horse followed along behind them slowly. Watching as the two big Cop's pulled the recovering feline up onto the table, Cole had began screaming and cursing again by this time. Until the big Bear lifted a huge paw ready to punch him again, the Cat spat blood at the big Ursine but stopped cursing them. Once he was fully strapped down the Officers left, moving down to the waiting room as Jarrod moved over to begin loading up syringes.

"Hey..." The big Stallion looked back over his shoulder at the Cheetah for an instant; the feline caught his eye holding it for a second. "Fake it."

"Excuse me?" Jarrod asked questioningly, as he looked into the felines eyes for a long moment. The Horse knew where this was going of course, he'd had hundreds of males make him offers over the years.

"Fake it... don't turn the machines on... I'll pretend to be Pacified. Once those dumbass's sign off on the work... I can put two hundred thousand into your paw. And all you got to do is pretend to do your job... easiest money you'll ever make."

"Yeah... except I read they found and confiscated all your money." Jarrod snorted, as he then went back to work getting everything ready... while behind him he heard the Cheetah laugh softly.

"Hahah... don't believe everything you read pony. They've not even got half... I got money stashed all over the place. Places nobody is going to find... without a map." Cole assured, as he looked the big Horse up and down... he knew this guy was greedy he could read it.

"How are you at drawing?" Jarrod asked, making the sleek feline sneer he knew this guy was going to be easy... willing to do anything for the right amount.

"I'm a fucking artist pony. I will draw you a map a mole could follow on a dark night... all you gotta do is make it look good. Hurt me if you want... I can take pain and then once we get those dicks to sign off... We'll be free and clear... I get to keep my mind, my balls and you get two large to do with as you please."

The Horse grinned slightly at the cat, he was showing too much of his hand. After all, there was no way that the feline would be able to resist telling him right where that money was stashed... after he was fully processed. But the Horse was nothing if not willing to let the Cheetah hold on to his sense of self a little longer. It would make the struggle that broke him that much more delicious a powerful pleasure for the Stallion.

Jarrod made a show of looking thoughtful, and then nodded to the feline slowly. "Sure. But we've got to make it look good." The big Horse said, moving to stand between the feline and the mirror, miming the injection. "Wince." He whispered firmly, watching the feline blink in understand at his words.

The Cheetah made a show of wincing and twisting slightly, grunting in annoyance, then settled back onto the table. He was having a hard time concealing his glee, which didn't make the big Horse feel very confident. The Horse walked around, sitting down on the other side of the Cat and typing on the computer. "I'm going to put you under the system. It's going to be set to maintenance mode. You're going to be feeling and experiencing things, but don't worry about." Jarrod said, moving the slider for Submission up to maximum and Aggression down to zero. Beyond the standards, but it wouldn't matter in this case. "The system is going to put you in situations and scenarios, just go along with them. No matter how much it disgusts you, suck the cock or lick the foot or whatever. Once you go through everything, the system will clear you." He quietly disabled the physical feedback amplifier, to ensure that the Cheetah wouldn't notice what was happening, and then stood up.

The Cheetah looked unhappy with the situation, but a door had finally been opened for him. "You're gonna be real happy with this payout pony." Cole promised, grinning as the big Horse lowering the VR visor over his head. The Stallion locked it into place, then grinned, taking the needle and sliding it into the Cheetah's hip quietly, injecting him and chuckling.

A moment later, he was moving between the Cat's long sleek legs. The judge's order had specified chemical castration, but... he supposed that he'd just misread it. He opened the furry scrotum from the back, where it was unlikely to be noticed, and then quietly removed the feline's nuts. Both cops knew the order, but they didn't move to stop him. Instead, they just grinned ear to ear, pieces of shit like the Cheetah deserved what they got, after all.

Once he discarded them, he went and got a couple of artificial replacements. Once they were both in place, he started to work on the Cheetah's paws, removing those dangerous claws and replacing them with nice, soft rubber ones. A designer option, but one that would make sure that the Cheetah's idea of his own manliness and self image was intact... at first glance, at least.

When he was done, he walked over to the computer and then selected the template Mouse. That would make sure he was properly in the right mindset, when he finally realized what had been done. Once he had, he stepped out; chuckling as the officers stepped out, glancing around. The Rhino looked grim, but the Bear was grinning like he'd just won Policeman of the Year.

"Good work." The big Bear crowed, clearly loving the fact that the Cheetah had just been castrated. "Boys at the station will be glad to hear it." The Bear snarled, a brief nasty sound laugh escaping from him. "What... Errr.. Ahem... additions are you including.

The big Horse smirked, knowing what he was going to tell them next would amused them greatly. "You have suggestions? He's convinced that he's getting to go through without anything happening to him... tried to bribe me..."

The Rhino snorted, and the big Bear let out a loud belly laugh at the fact that Cole actually thought he was going to worm his way out of this. "Oh, god damn... You are the best Doc..."

"Well he's always swinging that tiny dick of his around..." The big rhino pointed out with a sneer, making the big Bear nod his huge head. "Maybe a sheath removal so everyone can see how little he has to be proud of... Hehehe."

"Teeth will be part of the Aggression, but I think a tail bob is in order. Maybe change his spots... kinda like you guys did that Tiger we brought in a few years back... when you made them spell out words. Oh and that one where they walking around sucking on stuff all the time." The big Grizzly snorted; already amused to think of the Cheetah in the new pattern they were talking about.

"Oral fixation is a side effect of Infantile Regression Therapy..." Jarrod snorted, the idea of the Cheetah losing his sense of personal being did fit right into his treatment plan. "What kind of words are we talking?"

"Something telling everyone he meets what he was, and what he now is... I want the world to know this bitch has been pacified at a glance." The big Bear grunted angry, Jarrod smiled and nodded his head a few things running through his mind.

"Alright and of course a tail and sheath removal... with something suitable spelled out on his belly and lower back." The big Horse sneered; he was really getting into this now... the Grizzly's enthusiasm was catching.

***

Corey escorted his gelding out into the lobby, the paper work having all been taken care of all ready. The young equine looked insanely ridiculous, dress in the fancy conservative gray suit he'd worn in. His bright red mane and pink fur a riot of color, which clashed terribly with his white and blue striped tie. The big Boar gave him one last kiss, making sure Cameron had his address and cell number. Before sending him out to the waiting limo his father had sent to pick him up, the gelding swishing his hip's very mareishly as he pranced out to the car. Camera flashes suddenly going off all around him, the pretty pink gelding paused to wave at the paparazzo's smilingly.

Before the limo driver hurried up to drag the young Equine away, the rear door opening and Corey saw the gelding's famous father pulling him inside. There were going to be reporters asking a lot of questions, luckily the Center didn't allow techs to comment on any patient. Not ever the very worse criminals... so a few 'no comments... Center policy... no statements' would keep his own muzzle out of the news. This was just fine with the Boar, especial with Cameron planning to come live with him now. They had decided that the gelding would go home, pack up the things he wanted to keep and sneak away to Corey's apartment.

Tuesday

Jarrod came in Tuesday morning to find the receptionistgrinning widely; as she informed him he had a walk-in in his office. This was hardly a new thing, and he was wondering why she was reacting the way she was. He found out a moment later, Man 'O'war was sitting in his office waiting for him. "So good to see you again..." The big Stallion greeted his famous visitor softly, surprised when the other Horse returned his greeting pleasantly. "What is it I can do for you?" Jarrod inquired, half wondering if the famous Stallion had came to tell him that he and the Center were being named in a lawsuit.

"I've been thinking about it..." The big race Horse grunted, taking the well worn brochure out of his pocket. It was plain that it had been read, crumpled up and then smoothed out again. "And I think I'd like to take this treatment..." The big handsome Stallion explained, as Jarrod sat back in his office chair kind of stunned. The big Horse struggling to hide the sudden feeling of exhilaration he felt, this was more than he could ever have hoped for. His mind quickly filled with a naughty idea, a way for him to have a great deal of fun and make a lot of money at the same-time.

"Well you're in luck... I can work you in today if you'd like." The big race Horse looked over at him with surprise spreading over his handsome muzzle, and with more than a bit of gratitude in his eyes. Jarrod had to bite his lip, to keep from chuckling at the others reaction of gratitude. After all Jarrod... or more precisely the Center had castrated and sissified the race Horse's first born son. "Luckily... today is almost completely open." That was a total lie... they had three patients booked for that day, but Jarrod didn't want to give the famous Stallion a chance to rethink his decision. The big Horse knew he could call in one of the on call techs, who did subcontracting work for the Center when one of the regular techs called in sick.

"Will it take long?" The sleek race Horse asked, making Jarrod frown slightly the truth was Spousal Abuse Pacification Therapy only took about three hours. But the big Horse had other plans for the famous Stallion, which went well beyond Spousal Abuse Pacification Therapy.

"About eight hours... but that time just flies by because the bulk of it is VR mental training." Jarrod explained as he guided the big racer down the hall to room five, telling him to remove his clothing and climb up on the table. While the big Horse loaded up a couple of syringes, the drugs would make the race Horse more suggestible for the reprogramming. Jarrod injected Man 'O'war with the drugs, as soon as the big racer was naked. Once the famous Stallion was on the Table, Jarrod slipped the VR headset on the other males head. Waiting until the other was fully under, Jarrod hurried back down to his office. Quickly he called up one of their subcontractors, asking him to come in and take his other patient over. Digging through one of his filing cabinets, until he found an old copy of Jealousy Reduction Therapy. The big Horse licked his lips in delight, as he thought about his plans for the famous racer.

That program had been discontinued some years ago, because of the notorious side effects it had on patients. One was an almost drug like addiction to the milking sleeve, the other reason was because it produced in patients an intense desire to be cuckolded. So the Center had stopped all use of it almost six years ago, but Jarrod never threw anything away. The big Horse also pulled out the old hand handle masturbation sleeve, which had been used with the Jealousy Reduction Therapy back then. It was now well known that the use of that sleeve, gave the patients something to fixate on. Patients began viewing it as their primary sexual interest, and with the programming to share their older mates. Most... if not all the males had developed a interest in having another male share their former love interests... be they wives, girlfriends or male lovers.

Jarrod strolled back down to room five, and added the Jealousy Reduction program to the system in that room. Booting it up and getting it ready to run as soon as the S.A.P programming had run its course. First the program VR would plant the thoughts and images, and then he would introduce the race Horse to the sleeve in real life. It usually only took about four runs of the program, and two or three orgasms in the sleeve to get them completely hooked. And then Man 'O'war would trade his wives and daughters to the other male, for a chance to fuck a simple rubber and leather masturbation toy... And of course there was the famous Stallion's semen, Jarrod could sale that too the same furs he sold Cameron's cum. For much more money he didn't doubt, of course the longer the race Horse used the sleeve. The greater an obsessive attachment he would develop, and the less he would be able to perform with real mares. But that really wasn't a problem... at least for Jarrod, the race Horse wouldn't like it very much. So Jarrod didn't plan to tell him about it, Man 'O' would just have to find out the hard way. And once the famous stud was completely unable to perform for his own mares, they would come to rely on Jarrod for their pleasure.

Man 'O'war was feeling very happy and loving, as he looked over his herd of mares. A new openness about expressing his feelings to his mares and offspring having been programmed into his brain by the S.A.P Therapy. He was feeling so very good... so happy and content, as the scene abruptly shifted... alone now within his home with one of his mares. When a new Stallion friend came into their bedroom, the retired race Horse watching as the other stallion began to kiss his mare. "Ummm wha... what are you doing?" He asked as jealousy rose up in him at first of course, that was only normal he knew.

"Friends like us share after all." His new friend explained, as the race Horse watched immobilized while his new friend slowly stripped his sleek pretty wife, the famous Stallion wanting to run over and push them apart. Yet he found himself unable to move, standing there he watched the other Stallion take his young wife to bed. The two of them fucking eagerly, as he stood there watching it all his own long equine cock rock hard and dripping needily. Helplessly he watched it all, until his friend had made that pretty mare squeal in delight. When his friend had finished, the other Stallion walked over to him apologizing for leaving him so needy.

"Here let me introduce you to my sweetie." And then his new friend introduced him to her, the long sleek brown leather rut tube. "You're really going to enjoy this." The smiling Stallion held it ready, and Man 'O'war slid his huge hard cock slowly into it. Pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt flooded his brain, his big strong body trembling in need and delight. "Weeheheee..." The big race Horse whinnied loudly, his friend sharing a wide pleased smile with him. Soon he was rutting her hard and fast as his friend, went over with another of his wives. The retired race Horse watching the two of them with steadily growing pleasure and acceptance, even as he slammed his huge cock into that beautiful fuck sleeve. And so it went over and over, the other Stallion rutting his mares one after the other. Cumming inside of them as the famous Stallion, had orgasm after orgasm within his new love. Until at last he was unable to cum anymore, he kept thrusting and pumping however. Until his new friend came over to offer some assistance, slowly inserting his thick fuck stick into the race Horses hot anus. Milking his prostate until the big stud squealed in pleasure, orgasming harder than he ever had in his life.

And then it all began over again, this time Man 'O'war felt much less jealousy as he watched the other big Horse fuck his pretty mares. And so it went over and over until, suddenly light flared in his eyes and he found himself looking up at another Stallion. "Everything seems to be going well... Here let me introduce you to my sweetie here." Jarrod said smoothing playing into the program with his words, as he lifted the long brown leather masturbation sleeve. "You're really going to enjoy this." The big Stallion assured, suddenly it all clicked within Man 'O'wars mind this was his friend.

"Thank you... Ohooooo thank you my friend!" The big race Horse moaned, as his long hard cock slowly sank into that soft rubber orifice. His eyes rolling in pleasure, as his aching hard cock slid deep inside his new love. The pleasure was if anything even more intense this time, he'd already done this dozens of times within the VR world.

"Your welcomed my friend... friends like us share after all." Jarrod purred, as he watched the big famous race Horse hump and thrust into that fuck sleeve eagerly. He would milk the big stud a dozen or more times today, in between sessions in the VR system to reinforce the beginning programming. Until the race Horse needed prostate stimulation to orgasm, once he was at that point the treatment would be complete.

"Share... yes we share..." Man 'O'war babbled weakly as he bucked and thrust harder and faster, until he was whinnying and cumming hard. Into that sleeve, Jarrod letting him go until he was sure the big race Horse was milked dry. And then put the VR headset back on running the program again, this time it would be him Man 'O'war would see rutting his wives. Once the other Stallion was under, Jarrod pulled the masturbation sleeve apart. Taking the plastic collection bag full of that precious seed out, and putting an empty bag back in its place. He then took that potent semen down to the lab, getting it properly prepared before flash freezing it. "Liquid gold." He snickered slowly to himself, before heading back to his office for a quick check to make sure everything was going well with the others.