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Pacification Center

chap 1

Jarrod got in early on Monday, knowing the amount of work that usually accumulated over the weekend. And so wanted to make sure things were clear for the week ahead, so that they weren't even farther behind by the end of the week. Going to his office, the big Horse sat down at the computer, glancing over the system. He saw Lance had logged in a few times over the weekend, working on his Boar to accumulate some vacation time probably. Jarrod sipped his morning cup of coffee, while checking his email noting that they also had one prisoners coming in that same day. Lance could take one... the Tiger was also going to release his Hog patient this morning as well. Cory the big Pig would handle the other patient they had coming in, this big Buffalo was coming in for anger issues and sexual aggression. Cory could work with that and most likely talk the big bovine into a lot more, it was what he did best. 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 Danny, 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 other things on his day plan. Finding a note he'd made the week before, the interns would be coming today. Every year the local college, sent a small group of medical interns over to observe for a day. It was generally only a small number, who had expressed interest in working in the field of Pacification. Something that didn't appeal to many in the medical field, what with the Hippocratic oath and all of that. In point of fact not many furs knew, that to work as a Pacification technician one had to have a medical degree. As well as two years of paws on training, in a Pacification center as a intern working for certified technicians. Before taking an exam given by the state broad, that once pasted certified the intern as a full tech.

And the truth was not many had the stomach or the interest in it, to put so much effort out. Sadly, mostly because of public opinion, a Pacification Tech only made two thirds as much as a regular doctor. So finding interns with an interest, in what was done in the center was a must. Some, like Lance the Tiger had a interest in seeing justice done for the victims, some like Cory the Boar just enjoyed the sexual aspects of the work. For others, like Jarrod himself it was all about the power it gave him over others, mostly violent offenders of course. But sometimes other strong males... it was a dominance thing that went back to the feral days of fur kind. When one male fought for dominance over other males, collecting vast herds of females and males he'd gelded. Of course civilization had changed all that... well for the most part, but a sly male in the right profession could still achieve. Which brought him to his own first patient of the day, a certain racehorse's second born son. Sent in by his own father, whom Jerrod had near total control over; as far as the young Stallion knew he was there for help controlling his premature-ejaculation issues.

However, Jarrod had made his father sign him up for a lot more than that, the young stud was going to be neutered and sissified. Normally Jarrod would have assigned Cory to that, because the Pig had already done it to the racehorse's oldest son. However that had been the young Horse's own choice, this time it was about power. About forcing a proud Stallion to give up his son, about taking an otherwise straight young breeding stud and making him a fuck toy for other males. And Jarrod already had a buyer lined up, once the young Horse was cut and had his mind reprogrammed. A wealthy predator would soon have a eager rut toy, and Jarrod's bank account would soon be all the fatter. And another breeding Stallion in the famous racehorse's line, would be out of action making the price of Man 'O'wars seed only increase. And since Jarrod now had control of the racehorse's seed, because he had control of the others desires. He was the only broker, anyone wanting to use that seed for breeding would go through him or would go without.

Just then his old friend Justin stuck his head in the office door, the fuzzy arctic Fox smiling brightly. "Knock knock..." He called, chuckling at his own lame humor... even as he strolled into the office and sat down in the chair opposite the Horse. "So you ready for your interns? I've got three lined up for you this year..."

"Yeah you said that in your email." Jarrod grunted, as he looked up at his old friend who was grinning at him knowingly. "Tell me about the interns... Are they actually interested in this field or am I wasting my time."

"Hahah... Two of them are very much right in your camp." The white Fox chuckled, as he winked at the big Horse who he'd known since medical school. "Brayden... he's the Antelope, is a horn dog who always gets very... shall we say excited when discussing some of the more sexual aspects of Pacification." Jarrod nodded his head, deciding to put him interning under Cory who would help the Antelope see just how enjoyable this work could be. "Next is Toby... he's a canine who really likes the idea that he'd be making the world safer... you know the type." The Fox licked his lips, grinning as he thought about the sexy young black and tan canine. Jarrod nodded slowly, as he knew that Lance would be just what Toby needed for inspiration. "And then there's Sueanoi she's a Tigress... she's harder to read although she has shown a marked interest in male genitalia. Well in dissecting it, and the idea of cutting it off does seem to appeal to her I think." Judging from the leering look on the Fox's muzzle, the big Horse got the idea neutering aroused the feline.

"Alright I've got a bit of that work to do today... she can intern with me." Jarrod grunted, as the silvery white Fox grinned widely at him... as if to say 'I know what you're looking for.'

"They should be here in twenty minutes or so... I told them there would be a short orientation." Justin assured needlessly, they had done this once a year for almost twenty years after all. "So how about doing a quick Procedure for me... You know the one I want..." The silvery white Fox grinned widely at his Horse friend, both of them knowing it wasn't really a Procedure at all. Justin loved to be cuckolded, the only trouble was both of his Ex-wives had ended up running off with their lovers. So Jarrod had created a program just for his old friend, using parts of the Spousal Abuse Pacification Therapy and a older discontinued Jealousy Reduction Therapy program. The big Horse had modified it to just be erotically stimulating, so that his friend could experience being cuckolded without actually having a wife. "You know... we really should market it... there's a huge cuckolding community out there. I'm sure that program would be a big hit with other guys like me." Justin smirked, as he saw the Horse thinking it over; Jarrod loved to make money after all. Jarrod smiled, wondering if this was why Justin worked so hard to find him students who might suit him every year.

"Sadly the base for your favorite program is owned by other furs, it's copy righted material." Jarrod pointed out as he lead his friend down to the rarely used room seven, watching as the silvery white Fox stripped himself naked and climbed up on to the table. Moving over to the computer screen, the big Horse booted up the private program. Triggering the table's restraints, he then walked back over to the Fox and lifted the headset. "I've set it up to run Julie and the Bull first, then Pam with that certain Stallion you like... Heh." Jarrod snickered as he saw the big grin on his small friends muzzle, along with the thick erection the handsome Fox had instantly popped. "Have fun." Jarrod chuckled, as he fitted the VR headset over his friends head, and then triggered the program to start.

"Oh I will." Justin panted eagerly, as his sleek body began to jerk and twitch a little as he went under, quickly the big Horse fitted the suction sleeve onto that eager Vulpine cock. That would keep the Fox from making a huge mess, all over himself the table and the floor. He set the table for automatic anal penetration on the second run, so that Justin could also be used by his wives lovers. It was something new, the Fox had only admitted he was into that idea last year. This would be the first time the program ran it, not that it was any big deal. This kind of thing was often done by other programs the center ran, so the table was set up to do it. The big Horse left his friend to his fun, and strolled back down the hall to his office.

The interns would be arriving soon, he wanted to be there to greet them and show them the Center's basic power point presentation. Before assigning them to the technicians they would be learning from, Lance and Cory were both waiting for him at the front desk.

"So we got interns coming in today boss..." Cory grunted, as the big Horse strolled up to them, and paused to refill his coffee cup.

"As you very well know... Yours is a Antelope named Brayden, I think the two of you will get along nicely. Why don't you go get things set up, I'll send him down after his orientation." The big Hog nodded and then trotted off to room four, where he liked to work on his patients. Jarrod then turned to Lance, who was standing there with a very unfeline look of glee on his muzzle. "Your intern is named Toby, he's a canine whose interested in seeing justice done for the victims. Are you going to be alright with having a canine intern?"

Lance, as usual, smiled and waved his huge paw dismissively. "Why would I mind? I love doggiesss. Ssso long asss he'sss a lil' sweetie like he soundsss, I think we'll get along fine..." The big Tiger suggested, grinning brightly as he looked Jarrod in the eye's innocently.

Jarrod sighed softly and shook his long narrow equine head as he looked in Lance's bright green eyes. "Don't you go into this, thinking he's in it for the same reasons you are, Lance. Don't start thinking you're gonna manage to sucker him onto getting on the table like you did." The big Horse warned softly, not a lot of pred's willingly got on the table like the Tiger had.

Lance grinned broadly at the big Stallion's words, thinking Jarrod knew him well enough to know his thoughts. The feline was always of the opinion, that all predators needed at least one or two runs through the system to full appreciate what they were doing to others. Lance had come in for a session a while back to help manage his anger issues, and a few days later, he came back for more. The once alpha-stud Tiger was a delighted, submissive kitten now, even his teeth looking cute and harmless.

"We'll see, boss." The sly feline said, giving the big Horse a teasing wink as he picked up the file off of the desk, leafing through it. He started to grin almost instantly, as he looked over the interns file in delight. "A Doberman Oh, he'll be ssso cute if I can talk him into a clipping and docking..." The sleek Tiger mentioned in excitement, licking his lip's as he thought about the young canine. "And canine cocksss look ssso cute... when they're knotlesss..." Lance muttered, his eye's scanning through the rest of the file as Jarrod just shook his head. "I'm going to essscort Danny out, and then I'll go get thingsss ready for my next patient." Lance purred turning and strolling off down the hall, Jarrod shrugged telling the receptionist to let him know when the interns arrived and then returned to his office.

Jarrod sighed softly again... that was just Lance for you the big Horse knew perfectly well. If the dog ever agreed to anything, he'd agree to everything the Tiger wanted for him. It was just the cat's way about things, it was one of the things that made him good at his job. He shook his long equine head, watching as the Tiger hurried off to release his patient and get his room ready.

Jarrod glanced at his watch, and then stood, moving out to the front as he watched his prize pony--Man o' War--walk into the center with his son. The big Stallion smiled at his son, then pointed to the sigh-in window with the smiling young Doe waiting. A few moments later, the big racehorse was walking toward Jarrod, nodding and smiling at him as he approached. "Hello, my friend." The big, handsome racehorse said, smiling broad and happily at seeing the other Stallion again so soon.

Jarrod nodded back at him curtly, smirking gloatingly in the knowledge that he controlled the other Stallion completely. It was what he was programmed, to always think of Jarrod as. "Friend and...?" Jarrod asked, in a soft hushed tone... but with a firmness that was like steel in its demand.

Man-o'-War blushed softly, but was grinning eagerly even as he answered quietly. "Master." The big racehorse glancing back over his shoulder, as his son filled out the paperwork. It was the boy's twenty-first birthday, and he'd be starting a herd very soon... or so he thought. He had no idea that this was about anything other than training, to help him become a better stud for his mares.

"Present your cage." Jarrod ordered quietly, his long muzzle flat and emotionless as he spoke. Man-o'-War blushed harder, and then reached down, unzipping his expensive trousers for a moment. To show off the silvery metal, that kept his liquid gold seed restrained perfectly, then zipped back up quietly.

"Head off to your milking room... as soon as your son is in the system. I've got a buyer in Caracas." Jarrod explained with a sneer, laughing deeply at the look of eagerness on the other male's muzzle. Man-o'-War nodded quickly, and then walked over to help his boy fill things out. Not that it really mattered what the boy signed up for, Jarrod was going to see to him personally. As they finished and the boy was sent off to room five, to wait for him to go in and change his life. In walked the three young interns, right on time Jarrod smiled and moved over to take charge of them. Even as he watched a orderly, guiding Man 'O' War's son down the hall way to room five.

"Greetings... my name is Dr. Erickson and I'll be giving you a brief instruction in the operations of a Pacification Center. Our mission statement is thus_... 'We endeavor to help all those who are controlled by their instincts, their drives, and their emotions to become better furs.'_ in brief we do our best to keep dangerous repeat offender from re-offending. If you will follow me down to our conference room, we have a brief orientation for you to watch. And then you will be assigned to the tech you'll be shadowing, over the next few business day." Jarrod explained as they walked along the hallway, most of this they already knew of course. Justin had covered most of the things, that the orientation would speak of naturally. However it was Center policy, they had to watch the fifteen minute video so Jarrod guided them into the conference room. Having them each take a seat, the big Horse held up a VR headset and explained what it was for. How it was used in their work, and the effects that could be induced through it. "Of course... that's not what we'll be using them for at this time." The big horse joked weakly, getting a bit of uneasy laughter from the interns at that point. It always did of course, Jarrod showed them all how to adjust the headsets for fit and then slipped them on. The video began as soon as all of the sets were in place, Jarrod waited a few moment longer to make sure everything was working.

Before he left the room going down the hall to room eight, stepping in he was unsurprised to find Man 'O' War hanging in the milking harness. The big race Horse waiting patiently, strolling over Jarrod unlocked the famous Horse's chastity cage taking it off. Watching as the other stallion's long cock drooped out of its sheath, to dangle down limply between the big race horse's legs. Slipping on a pair of latex gloves, Jarrod reached down stroking that limp cock intensely for a few moments. However Man 'O' Wars long cock didn't respond even to that manual stimulation, a few weeks past the race Horse had began to stop getting erect enough to use the cock sleeve. However manual stimulation had still gotten him erect, now even having his friend's hands rubbing him wasn't working. Which was why Jarrod had brought him down to this room, the vacuum suction sleeve and vibrating prostate stimulator could get anyone off. Moving over to the computer, Jarrod triggered the program to run before slipping the VR headset over the other Stallion's head. Once Man 'O' War slipped under, Jarrod slid the suction tube onto the race Horse's limp cock... and then rubbing some lube on that big anus. He moved the prostate vibrator up, shoving it forcefully up the famous Stallion's rut hole. Hearing the faint buzz as the big vibrator began to do its job, even as the suction began to go on and off milking that limp cock. Man 'O' War's hip's bucking and humping into the clear plastic sleeve, the VR goggles flashing as the program began to run. Jarrod smirked knowing that the big proud stallion, would soon be gushing out a huge load of liquid gold.

Jarrod had added a new twist the last few times, using the video of the race Horse's first son being gelded by Cory. As an added kink for the famous race Stud, that was how he'd gotten Man to bring his second son in. Today he would make sure to get video of himself neutering that son, and add it to the program for next time. With any luck he would be able to convince the race Horse that neutering his sons was a gift. Leaning in close to the race Horse, he ran his gloved hands over that naked body even as he whispered into Man 'O' War's ear. "I'm going to cut your son's balls off... and turn him into a sissy slut for a real male to fuck like a mare." The big race Horse's body jerk as he dangled there, a soft moan that sounded like a soft _'no'_escaping the helpless Stallion. "And when your next boy comes of breeding age... I'm going to do the same thing to him." This getting another reaction from the helpless bucking Stud, a thrill of excitement raced through Jarrod as he watched and listened...

Man-o'-War hung there, whimpering weakly as the toy and suction worked him over, watching the video again and again and again... He shifted slightly, moaning as tiny, weak shocks started to radiate through his big round equine backside. Normally, they'd be dialed all the way up to empty a recently castrated client, but instead, they were as low as possible--more of a static tingle--to keep from damaging the big stud's seed. He squirmed, starting to ooze and dribble freely as he watched his oldest son voluntarily become a gelding, a toy, a pretty little pink thing... Watched as one of the workers there, that big Boar, fucking his son's needy ass as the young Horse talked about how much he hated his father, and loved his 'Daddy'.

The high class stud Man-o'-War had been, was by that point utterly and forever ruined. He had been descending for weeks and months, now as he hung there in the milking machine, he finally hit rock bottom. Unable to get erect, unable to breed his own mares--Jarrod had been doing that almost exclusively for weeks. The famous former race Horse was totally unable to assert himself, in anything but the most simple, casual ways. He hung there grunting weakly, as the tube sucked the liquid gold of his cum out of his soft, dangling shaft. And then to both his delight and disgust, the process started all over again. The famous Stallion may have had his nuts, but psychologically, he was entirely castrated and passive.

A surge of elation from the sense of power, dominance, and control he felt from knowing this washed through Jarrod in that moment. "You're no stallion... weak, limp, passive... all you are in a cash cow I milk." He spat derisively into the famous race Horse's ear, finding himself suddenly erect within his loose fitting scrubs. "And one day... when your milked completely dry... you'll join your sons as a sissy gelding fuck toy." Jarrod was shaking in delight, as he voiced his future plans for when Man 'O' war's hefty orb's finally ran dry. This was the first time he'd ever gained this level of dominance over another Stallion, the fact that it was a rich, handsome, celebrity only added to Jarrod's pleasure. "I think I'll drop by after work and show your mares who their Stallion really is... not that they have any doubts Heheh." Damn this was making him horny, and for a moment he thought about just rutting Man'O' War's tail hole. But that really wasn't his thing, and besides that he knew the race Horse would very much enjoy that.

Jarrod checked his watch as he left the room, noting that he still had a few minutes before the orientation video finished. Stopping in on room seven, he looked in on Justin his handsome silvery Fox friend. Noting that the system had began to run the second scenario, of the Fox's second wife and a certain famous stallion. Jarrod chuckled, as he watched Justin's erection straining within its suction sleeve enjoying the irony. The Fox was getting off on being cuckolded by a famous Stallion, who at that moment couldn't even get a hard on. Maybe after they both had finished, he would introduce his friend to Man'O'War. Strolling over to the bucking humping Fox, he leaned down and whispering in a husky aroused voice. "Your wife loves big Horse dick... It's ashame you've only got that tiny stub and pitiful knot. What a joke... its soooo small... no wonder she won't let you fucker her." Watching in amusement as the arctic Fox's slender body trembled in delight, as Justin enjoyed those derisive words. "Have fun pervert."

Glancing at his watch again he headed back down the hall, Lance and Cory were waiting outside the conference room. Smiling he lead them in just as the orientation video, and the three intern's slowly removed their headsets. "Now I know that was a bit redundant, however it is Center policy that you view it before we begin. Alright I'm going to pair you up with a tech... Brayden your with Cory here." The big Horse clapped the hefty Hog on the shoulder, as Cory moved over to introduce himself to his intern. "Toby you're going to be working under Lance here." Jarrod explained, as the Tiger strolled over to introduce himself to the handsome young Doberman. "And Sueanoi you will be helping myself, now we've got a long day of work ahead so I suggest we begin."

Brayden stood up, discretely adjusting his thickened sheath as he nodded to the Hog, shaking his hand and smiling at him as the introductions continued. The Antelope was tall, handsome, nicely toned and muscular, and he had a bit of musk wafting around him that told Corey exactly why he'd been assigned to the Hog. It was about the flexibility of the system, the judgment calls that techs were allowed to make. Corey knew instantly that Brayden would need to meet his boyfriend and pony slave in the next couple of days, to get a full idea of the benefits that could be offered by this sort of job. He led Brayden out of the room, moving down toward Room 4. "Today, we've got a triple header. Now that is a lot of work, however it is all in various phases of completion... One guy is just starting today, big preddy boy, so you'll get to see the end-to-end process entirely..." The hefty Hog promised, noting the excited gleam in the Antelopes dark eyes.

Lance was already turning to his intern, smiling and squirming a little closer than was really necessary, introducing himself and smiling. He admired the canine's body which was slender, tone and a handsome look to him, long tail and large ears. "C'mon." The Tiger said, wrapping one long soft arm around the canines shoulders as he spoke. "I've got a sex offender coming in today, and you're going to get to see exactly how we take someone who is brutal and cruel. We make them into someone who can be a peaceful part of society, and that makes the world better for us all. Have you heard of Jonathan Tarn?"

The handsome young Dog looked surprised, at that question and blinked a few times muttering. "Tarn? The heavy weight boxer who beat the hell outta his wife?"

The Tiger grinned, nodding his broad head up and down excitedly as he watched Toby's confused look clear up. "You've got it." Lance said cheerfully, nodding his head faster as the young canine began to understand. "We're gonna make sure he never does that again." Lance promised, leaving the unspoken part 'Or anything else' looming in the back on the Doberman's mind perfectly.

Which left Jarrod all alone with the Tigress. He could see why Justin said she was hard to read, quiet and always seemingly introspective in her manner.

"So... What brought you to this place for internship?" The big Horse asked openly, as a supervisor it was perfectly within just rights. "Medical interest? Psychological?" He waited a moment as she considered, guessing she was about to lie to him. "Revenge?" He added on a hunch, smiling briefly as he saw her ears twitch ever so slightly at that.

The pretty young stripped felines cheeks darkened just a little, and her ears quivering stopped. "I wouldn't say... revenge at all, more... I want to understand what happens during the process."

"Do you want to see it done to someone?" Jarrod inquired bluntly, hoping to get more of a reaction from the hard to read young feline. "Or help someone that has it done to them?" It was another guess, predators were by far their largest customer base, counting prisoners and anger control patients combined.

She shifted from foot paw to foot paw looking slightly uncomfortable at his uncanny line of questioning. "Both." The Tigress answered at last, making the big Horse smile to himself he'd been at this a long time after all. "My boyfriend was... his father has..." She shook her wide stripped head slightly, it was as much emotion as she had shown so far. "He's not anything like the male I fell in love with, not anymore..." The Tigress continued, her emotionless mask dropping back down... as if she were talking about someone else. "His father actually tried to make a move on me, after it was done to him. Showed off how my boyfriend had started sucking cock... after the procedure was done." She said blandly, as Jarrod began to understand a bit more about why she was here. "I..." She paused for a long moment, as if in deep thought about what she would say next. "I want to see it happen to him, I admit that... Does that make me... unsuitable?" She asked, looking up into the big Horse's eyes challengingly for a long moment as Jarrod pretended to consider things.

Finally he simply smiled briefly, shaking his head negatively as he put the headsets away. "Whatever motivates you is for you." The big Horse said calmly, turning to look back at her as he went on. "I'm not going to disqualify you... shout at you or anything else it's really none of my business why your here." Jarrod added noting the Tigress's curt nod, she plainly agreed with that statement completely. "What species is your boyfriend?" He asked trying to sound rather disinterested now, like he was just inquiring politely.

"Bovine." Sueanoi answered softly, once again shifting slightly and sighing to herself.

'Damn not a Horse... well that's a shame.' Jarrod thought to himself, knowing he might have gotten a new permanent employee today, with his next client. He paused for a moment, as the thought struck him. The stories really were fairly close to each other... a young stud struck down by his father's greed. Would she have a problem with that? Better to be upfront about the possible issue, than have her turned away from the profession as a whole.

"I should note Sueanoi, that we're going to be working on a young stallion today, who is here for a similar procedure to what your boyfriend went through. Is that going to cause problems for you?"

Her cheeks reddened again, and Jarrod knew instantly... that it wasn't going to be a problem at all, even before she shook her head. So, she wanted to know about the process that he'd gone through... more intimately? He would definitely give her that, and a bit more as her boyfriend hadn't been castrated.

"C'mon, then." He invited with a smiling, leading her out of the conference room and into the hallway. "We're just across the hall..."

***

Corey took a few minutes, to introduce Brayden to their first client of the day, explaining. Edgar was a Rat who'd come in after exploding at work, furious and bitter about his lack of promotion and consistent work load. Fur Resources had ordered him in for a single treatment of Aggression Reduction, and now here he was laying back on the table, a thick plug in his backside. His once-hefty sac was now roomy and empty as Corey casually felt his balls, smiling at the small size and softness.

"Ed is here for his fifth treatment." The big Hog explained to the Antelope intern, over the smiling Rat's passive body. "He decided to keep going with them all on his own. How is your work life now, Ed?" Corey inquired smiling down at his repeat customer, the Rats company insurance policy had covered only four treatments so Ed was paying for this one out of pocket.

The Rat grinned up at the big Boar happily, looking over at the Antelope only briefly. "All the girls say I'm a lot nicer." The Rat assured, laughing a little and blushing as he looking down a little. "Can I get into the VR now?" He asked eagerly, it was plain that he enjoyed the VR treatments a great deal.

Corey grinned, and then fitting the headset onto the Rat, smiling as the rodent laid back, relaxing and breathing in and out slowly as he sank under the influence of the system. Once he was under completely, Corey laughed a little and then turned the Brayden.

"Always give them the VR with their first session." The big Boar said firmly, wanting to make it plain that the pliability caused by the VR made things much better. "The system tends to sexualize and fetishize what happens to them... even if they didn't want it before, they will after you're done." Corey explained, leaving it vague just in case he had somehow read the Antelopes interests wrong. "They tend to come back over and over, luckily most insurance plans these days cover up to four treatment in a given year. Ed here is capped out as of today, and I don't have a doubt that he's completely homosexual now."

Brayden looked up surprised, the naughty look on his handsome muzzle making it plain Corey had red him right to begin with. "Was he not before?" The handsome Antelope asked, licking his lip's as he thought about what the Pig had told him.

Corey laughed softly, and then opened the Rat's file, passing a picture of a studly rodent who looked nothing like the smaller, shy thing laying on the table. Brayden had to adjust himself slightly, as Corey led him over to the next patient. A handsome Okapi, nicely muscled and well hung, who was leaning back on the bed.

"And this is Robby." The big Boar said, smiling and walking up to the side of the Okapi's bed as Brayden trailed along. "How do you feel Robby?" Corey asked with a smirk, even as the Okapi looked up at them startled.

"I... um... p-prefer Robert." He managed to counter weakly, far from the strong dominant looking male he was.

"Are you sure I can't call you Robby?" Corey asked, his voice soft and teasing, but also with a undertone of iron.

The male squirmed a little, and then shrugged lowering his eyes before nodding a little. After a few moments of physical fondling, Corey was working the VR set down over his eyes, smiling and looking over at Brayden who seemed... confused. "He... um... I expected him to be more..."

"Like the Rat?" Corey asked, and when Brayden smiled lewdly, the big Hog grinned widely. "He's a work in progress... a switch who mostly topped, he fell for a guy who is a pure top. He came in to get more acquainted with bottoming and submitting, learning to enjoy anal penetration... The usual hang-ups that some males have with that sort of stuff." The big Pig explained with a snort, as Brayden nodded his horned head knowingly.

"So, he's not going to be... changed? Physically I mean?" The tall sleek Antelope asked, as he let his ungloved hands wander over the Okapi's naked body. Corey laughed again, then reached for a rubber glove, snapping it onto his hand and getting some lube from the nearby table. He smeared it onto his fingers, then moved the Okapi's leg to the side, pushing his fingers against the other's backside, then sliding them into him.

Robert or Robby, as he submitted more and more moaned eagerly, his cock sliding from his sheath instantly. Brayden's eyebrows rose in surprise, as Corey tugged his fingers free, removing the glove and throwing it away.

"Wait... you mean he's just..." Brayden stammered, realizing the short amount of time the Okapi had been under.

"Yeah." Corey assured, laughing as he watched it dawn on the intern just how quickly they could modify a furs mind. "Never underestimate the VR reprogramming the headset's administer. He's a eager bottom boy now, through and through he'll be begging for a rutting once he comes out. One session will make someone straight into a homosexual, or someone who's a top into a bottom, assuming you do it just right. The trick is making the shift subtle and natural feeling, which usually takes multiple sessions." The big Boar advised, grinning as his nose picked up the scent of arousal coming off the Antelope.

Brayden was licking his lips, already thinking about bringing his boyfriend here and strapping the Otter down. He loved Dewayne of course, but the Otter was always hitting on every boy with a shapely ass he met.

Corey could see the lust in his interns eyes, and while it pleased the big Boar he still grunted. "Heh... Keep it in check. We've got a pretty big customer coming in for us today. Local wrestler who lost a Pacification match." He said, laughing lewdly as he watched the look on the others muzzle.

Brayden's eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open slightly as his eyebrows almost jumped off his head. "You're joking... They actually go through with that?!" The Antelope demanded, clearly believing that such matches were just hokum dreamed up for a gullible public.

Corey snickered, he'd once believed the same thing, and in point of fact a lot of it was just for show. It all depended on the contract, coming in for a single procedure normally... normally something that wouldn't harm their performance. But if the wrong contract was signed, mostly when a wrestler's popularity was declining. Then things would be a whole lot more serious, and then there were even more dastardly dealings. "A lot of them 'leave town' you mean?" He asked the shocked Antelope, grinning wickedly as he knew the truth. "Yeah. They come here... and might as well leave town when we're done heh. You ever heard of the Dynamite Dingo?" He asked, watching as Brayden nodded his head looking shocked, but also more than a little excited.

Corey smirked broadly as the musky scent coming off Antelope doubled in strength as he smiled. 'Damn, the kid was into it.' He was gonna be a natural for this field, the big Hog relaxed knowing he didn't have to watch his step from here on out "Four W.W.A security guards are bringing him here right now. Go get changed into some scrubs, wash up, and we'll do him together." Brayden took a moment to considered his luck... and then, he dashed off as quick as his cloven hooves could carry him.

***

The big Horse lead the petite Tigress in to room two, where they found Man'O'War's son Aaron pacing around nervously. "Oh!" The young Horse exclaimed in shock, jerking his big three fingered hands down to cover his naked crotch in embarrassment. "I didn't realize... they told me to undress... didn't know that a female..." Jarrod opened his mouth to calm the young stud, but Sueanoi beat him to it.

"There is no need to be embarrassed." The young Tigress assured Aaron as she stood facing him, her masked of professionalism perfect. "I am a trained doctor of veterinary medicine... I've seen everything you have many times before. And while your endowments are very large and impressive, I can assure your they in no way offend nor intimidate me."

"Oh... Ummm well thank you... That's good I guess." The young Stallion stammered, letting his hands return to his sides... fully exposing his sizable male organs. His big blunt cock head was poking out of its sheath opening, and his breeding age balls hung young and full. Jarrod couldn't help noticing that the Tigress, was admiring those huge organs slyly.

"Ahaha very good." Jarrod cut in smoothing, introducing Sueanoi while explaining that that the intern would be observing and assisting in the procedures. "If that is alright with you of course." Aaron gulped nervously, but quickly agreed to letting the Tigress watch and help as needed. "Excellent now if your please climb up onto the table, we'll begin the sooner we begin the sooner you can be on your way." Jarrod assured knowing just how to put his patients at ease, when it was necessary for him to do so. Once the young Stallion was laying on the table, Jarrod guided the young Tigress over the the computer screen. Pulling up the list of procedures he'd made Man'O'war sign his son up from, he then showed Sueanoi how to bring up the mental conditioning program.

Homosexual, Submission, Need or H.S.N. reprogramming was designed to be used on aggressive heterosexual rapists as away to counter their desire for dominance, power, and lust. With that program loaded, the big Horse slipped the headset on the younger equine's head, and then explaining as the system put him under. The restraints instantly snapped on, so that the body on the table wouldn't slid off if it struggled. "Once a subject is under like this, we can then take care of the physical modifications." Jarrod explained, as the young Tigress looked down the list of procedures, her eye's lingering on one of them in particular. "I understand from talking with Justin, that you've shown an interest in this next procedure." The big Stallion said, taking out the tray of medical instruments he had prepared the day before. On it was everything they would need for gelding the young Stallion, as the Tigress's looked over the tray he know at once she was excited. "It's a very intense thing... taking a males sexual power away from him." Jarrod was almost purring himself, as he thought about what was going on. About a father giving up his son, because another male had totally mastered him and was forcing him to do it. Man'O'war didn't want to do it... wasn't enjoying doing it at all, and yet he could stop himself from doing as his master wanted. Jarrod moved over to the computer, checking the camera settings. The corner camera's recording a long view, while the over head camera was set to extreme close up on the young Horse's hefty genitals.

The big Stallion became aware of his own sexual musk, but at the same time scented a spicy feline scent as well. Smiling, as he realized that she was as much excited by the act of castrating this young Stallion as he was. "Why don't you do the honors." Jarrod offered, handing the small Tigress a box of latex gloves watching as she gloved up and began to examine Aaron's hefty nuts. Sueanoi giggled at how his big slippery balls tried to slip away and retract within that baggy sac, even as dirty thoughts forming within her mind. Reaching over to the nearby tray she took a rag and started washing his throbbing testicles with warm soap water.

"You know I've always wanted to try this on your species." She purred, and it was plain by the pleasure in her voice that she wasn't just in this for the money. "They are such an impressive size." It started deep in the pit of her stomach, feeling sort of like the normal butterflies-in-your-stomach, but much more intense, an unceasing tingling. It spread down to her clitoris, along with the tingling is heat that radiates throughout body until her muzzle is burning and she know that she's blushing. It's an exquisite torture, this sexual arousal she gets from knowing what she is about to do to this massive display of male-hood. She start preparing his shiny black skin with cotton and antiseptic scrubs, she prepped him by placing a sterile drape cloth over his bulging crotch area; the drape cloth had a opening so that only his sheath and fat jewels were exposed.

Now that the area was clean and her paws were gloved, Sueanoi tried grasped one of those potent balls and tried to push it into his body... to see how far it would go. "Hmmm canine style it is then." She decided by the fact that his balls are really big and also by doing canine style the sac will not be cut. She liked those sac's to be whole, they just looked so pleasing hanging there limp and empty. A hot trickle oozed slowly down her inner thigh, and they both could smell the scent of her feline arousal strongly now. "Well... here he gos..." The sexy Tigress snickered softly, as she pushed Aaron's fat left testicle up into the sac's neck near his body, and then made the first cut right under his sheath edge. Just above his pushed up testicle... a sudden urge to touch herself running through her, but she can't really pleasure herself right then; because she needs her paws to stay sterile.

The Tigress made the cut a bit too small, and was forced to squeeze that fat testicle out of the tiny hole. 'How is he doing?' She wondered glancing up she can tell that everything is going just fine, playfully she squeezed that exposed ball just for fun. "That is a big one... it's really nice." She praised, knowing that soon it would be laying disconnected in a small stainless steel bowl. Sueanoi left it dangling there and push his right testicle into the hole, making a little cut right in the edge of the first one to make way. Since the sac's two halves for two balls are not connected, she is forced to cut the inside's sac wall so the other ball can move into the left side. Once again the cut is a tiny bit smaller than the ball, so that it had to be squeezed hard to be forced out. The squeezing is so much fun, that she experiences a thrill of pleasure within her sex. She checked on the young Horse real quick once again... he seemed alright, she is much better than alright herself.

Now with both his testicles dangling outside of than deflated sec, she tied the cords both up twice each. Picking up a scalpel she cut each ball off slowly, put them into that shiny steel bowl. She just wanted to eat them right then, but damn it she was a professional and knew she must stay clean. Resisting the temptations, the smirking Tigress turned back to Jarrod who was watching it all with a big smile. "You're doing very well. I'm going to step out for a moment to check on one of my other patients, get him closed up and begin the next procedure. If you have any questions of don't feel like you can do anything just wait I'll be back very soon." Jarrod assured, as the small feline began to take the needle and sutures from their packaging she was a competent Doctor it seemed.

Stepping out of the room he strolled down to check on Man'O'War, the big race Horse had at last filled his collection cup. And the milker had already flash froze it, Jarrod brought the famous Stallion out taking the VR headset off. "Well done my friend..." Jarrod congratulated, even as he fitted the cock lock on the other Stallions spend organs and locked him down once again. Not because he thought the race Horse would be rutting or even jerking off, but because he enjoyed the power he felt locking another Stallion's male hood away. "Now let's get you dressed, I want to introduce you to another friend of mine." Once Man'O'War was redressed, Jarrod lead him down to where the arctic Fox was. The race Horse showing no shock or surprise at seeing the naked Fox on the table, Jarrod brought Justin out from under the program. Taking the suction tube off the Fox's spent cock, and pulling the vibrator out of his tail hole. Before removing the headset off, the groggy Fox sat up slowly looking bleary eyed.

"Damn that was... even better than the last time I must have cum a bucket full... Errr." Justin choked as he saw the big richly dressed race Horse standing by the table, the Fox rubbed his eyes and looked again.

"Hahaha... Justin my friend... I'm like you to meet a former patient my friend Man'O'War." Jarrod introduced, as the still stunned Fox slid off the table and on to his foot paws hurrying over to shake the famous Stallion's big hand.

"I... It's great to meet you... I followed your career of course... big fan." Justin stammered, as the race Horse smiled and blushed in modesty at the gushing fan.

"It's always wonderful to meet a fan. And any friend of my friend Jarrod is a friend of mine." The big race Horse babbled, as he patted the handsome Fox on the shoulder.

Justin looked quite eager as Jarrod introduced them, which was of course all part of the plan. If Jarrod had put himself into the program, Justin would have recognized it immediately. It wouldn't work, if he couldn't reinforce it over and over again... over the course of days to make it real within the Fox's mind. A single ride? It meant that the Fox would have to want and accept what was offered...

But, when Justin found everything out, when he associated Man-o'-War's cuckolding with the programming's implications, that would transfer easily to Jarrod. It was simply psychological association, something they used often at the Center. The stud who cucks a stud... that was just another step up, psychologically speaking, and Justin would find it difficult to avoid the thought of Jarrod as a sexy, alpha stud male. Especially when he saw Man-o'-War being a proper little cuck bitch for his big Stallion friend... Well that was for later, for now, it was letting them meet, talk, and get to know each other...

***

Lance grinned at the Dobie, giving him that bright, gleaming, pacified smile that unnerved a lot of males. He tugged him into the room, running through the different options and procedures. "We're actually given a great deal of latitude in our decisssionsss. If sssomeone isss to be sssay disssarmed, then we choossse the exact methodsss we ussse. If sssomeone isss going to be ssstherilized, we choossse the methodsss there asss well unlesss mandated by a judge. It wasss decided that if we could approach each different subject on a cassse-by-cassse basssisss, we'd have much better resultsss, just like general practitionersss." The prissy Tiger explained, as the young canine looked at him curiously.

Toby nodded his black and tan head slightly, as a odd idea popped into his head. "And it lets you make the punishment fit the crime... so to speak." He added softly, as the Tiger's soft body pressed against his arm softly.

Lance nodded, smiling and laughing again as he leaned up against the handsome young intern. "Mhmm." The smiling Tiger confirmed, wetting his lips as he spoke. "If someone isss a big, brutal rapissst, we can make them hate their cock passsionately, and without fail they'll be back to be tucked or plucked." He said in a sing song voice, laughing slightly as he started to pulled up some programming and give the Doberman a quick introduction to it all, running through the scenarios and demonstrating them.

"One of the cornerstonesss of de-preding sssomeone isss to give them a prey mentality." Lance explained, to the wide eyed young canine who seemed to be hanging on his every word. "Making a big, tough Lion think like a Deer isss my favorite, but I've also worked on a ton of different onesss. Mice and Sssquirrel mentality isss considered to be the 'worssst' by mossst, but really, it's a kindnesss. They don't still have the problem, of having those drivesss taken away; if they don't feel like they had them."

Toby frowned slightly, a bit confused by just what drives the feline was alluring to. "Drives?" The young Doberman asked, watching at the feline's muzzle split into a huge smirking grin.

"Oh!" Lance exclaimed in clear amusement at the others naiveté, laughing as he looked the intern up and down. "I figured sssince you were canine, you'd jussst know exactly what I meant. Hunting, killing, dominating... all those naughty thingsss are suppresssed nicely by thessse treatmentsss."

Toby nodded his head slightly, looking at Lance a bit more carefully. "And... um... you had that done yourself?" He asked carefully, knowing that most predators considered it a grave insult to be accused of being pacified.

Lance grinned broadly and nodded his head, showing off his blunted fangs and flattened teeth. "Mhmm." The big Tiger purred, clearly unashamed be the fact that he'd been 'tamed' as it was sometimes called. "And today, we get to take sssomeone down who isss even more male than I ever wasss." The Tiger pointed out, watching as the Doberman's muzzle twisted up in a look of intense interest.

The door of room number five opened, and two burly police officers... one a Elephant the other a Rhino lead a massive Bear into the room. The big Bruin was in leg irons with a thick belt around his waist, his massive paws chained to that belt. His muzzle was strapped closed as well, while his beady black eye's glared at everyone over the metal cage. "Ohooo my... sssuch darling accesssoriesss." Lance purred as the two big police fur's dragged the huge Bear up to the table, lifting and forcing the huge ursine up they began locking him down. One huge paw at a time, until they had stripped off the chains. Lastly taking off the muzzle, which at last allowed the big Bear to growl and swear at them. "Fucking cowards..." Two minute Tarn snorted, as the officers had Lance sign over custody of the prisoner to the Center.

"He's all yours cutie." Ray the big Elephant snickered, groping the Tiger's soft ass as he walked by. "Watch him he's a biter." This making the huge Bruin chuckled nastily, as the two cop's left the room.

"Stick your dick in my mouth... and I'll show you how good of a biter I am bitch." Two minute Tarn shouted at the Elephants back, even as Lance closed the door behind the officers. "Hey... you kid untie me..." The big Bear snarled at the slender Doberman, who was looking down at him with a look of disgust on his muzzle. "I said untie me bitch... or so help me I'll knock your fucking head off. Do you know who I am?" The heavy weight Bear demanded, looking up at Toby with a nasty sneer on his lips.

"You... Your two minute Tarn... they call you that because nobody's ever went longer than two minutes with you in the ring." The Doberman grunted, he'd watching the Bear take out a dozen fighters over the years from Jack hammer Jones, to Smilin' Dan Jackson. Only Trey the Mangler Dorset had went more than two minutes, and he died of a brain hemorrhage right there in the ring. From the brutal pummeling the Bear had laid on him, even with the soft padding in the gloves these days.

"Good... so you know I can do it." The big Ursine snarled, pulling at his restraints as he starred up at the canine and the prissy looking Tiger. "What are you looking at Nancy?" Tarn snorted as Lance strolled back over to the table, the Tiger smiling broad and pleasantly at the Bears words. Like the huge boxer was telling him an amusing story, even as he strolled up to the table.

"All that gold in your mouth, you mussst have ssspent a lot of money on that." Lance lisped, so much more plainly than he had before that Toby knew he was playing up the fact that he was plainly gay. "That'sss all forfeited to the Center now, my supervisssor is going to love that." The Tiger laughed, making the big Bruin snarl and struggled harder at the straps holding him down on the table.

"You're Not taking my gol..."

"Yesss I am..." The Tiger cut him off with a smirk, watching as the big Bear tried to twist his head but the straps kept him from moving. Bending down the Tiger opened a drawer in the side of the table, taking out a set of jaw spreaders.

"LIKE HELL YOOAWAK..." The big Bruin's protests were cut off, and the spreaders were jammed into his wide open mouth. The Tiger holding them in as he quickly twisted the gears forcing the Bears jaws open wider and wider, until the resistance took over holding the spreaders inside that maw. "AWAHAWRR." Tarn growled aggressively, even as the Tiger then moved around to the cabinets on the other side of the room. Showing Toby there they kept the dental tool that he used, laying everything they would need out on a tray. "We'll begin with Disarmament... teeth and claws first of course, we can work on his genitals once we finish with those.

"Heheh." Toby chuckled as he saw the big Bear's bead eyes widen in shock, as the Bear grunted something that sounded like genitals in horror. "Yeah that's right... those are considered armament legally." The slender canine snickered, as the look of anger on the Bear's muzzle was replaced with worry...

The Tiger enjoyed his work plainly, he numbed the Bear's muzzle up he wasn't cruel, after all. And worked out each and every golden tooth back and forth, sliding them out to then display them to the Bear one at a time. "See it?" Lance would ask, waiting for the Bear's eyes to crinkle in fury, and then moving to the next one. "I'm sure that the people you've hurt will be happy to have a token of your disarmament." The Tiger continued, moving through each one of them and then getting out the new set of teeth the Bear would be wearing.

"Since he had metal teeth coming in, we can't just round them or cap them like we would normally do. Have to actually insert new ones." The sissy Tiger explained, producing a series of rubber nubs from one of the nearby cabinets. "These have just enough sturdiness to allow for the consumption of certain soft foods, without giving him the ability to harm others." He explained, teaching the Doberman how to insert them, and then letting the Dog do the other side of the boxer's deadly maw, turning it into a soft, comfortable little hole.

The huge Bear was slowly growing more and more horrified, by the proceedings his massive body beginning to tremble. He hadn't expected this, not really he'd heard the stories like most Predators had at one time or another in their lives. But had thought himself above the law, just because his murder happened under contract in the ring and, of course, because he didn't expect for his other crimes to be found out. In the end, it was a complete disarmament that was required, and the jury was delighted to give it to him.

The sleek Tiger worked on his claws, adding a burning acid drip at the base and letting them simply fall off as the cuticle was destroyed. He checked in on the Doberman's work, complimenting him from time to time, and then laughing when the Dog put in a tooth backwards. He fixed it, praising his good work and knowing that the compliments went a long way towards influencing the other to truly consider this line of work. "Such a nice removal. Beautiful. Oh, those look perfect. It's good that you got them all lined up, they feel much better for the person fucking a nubby muzzle like this one when they're aligned." Smirking as he knew that the praise was also horrifying the straight Bear properly, which was just another phase of the Bears punishment as far as Lance was concerned.

He smiled as the claws were set aside, and then the entire set was displayed to the big helpless Bruin. "Teeth and clawsss, disssarmed... now, becaussse he knowsss combat, we have to do a few mental alterationsss. Can you tell me a very meek prey ssspeciesss?"

The handsome young Doberman frowned for a moment, and then shrugged and grunted. "Umm... Sheep, I guess?" He suggested off hand, this making the Tiger laugh softly at him.

"Sssheep aren't at all meek." Lance promised, laughing softly at his intern's naive stereotypical thinking . "Maybe a nice Rabbit..." The sissy Tiger considered, looking down at the now plainly terrified bruin with a smirk. "You won't mind eating ssstrained carrotsss inssstead of hard onesss, right?"

The huge Bear looked if anything even more horrified, which made the Tiger nod his big stripped head happily.

"Bunny it isss." He promised in a lisp, smiling and reaching for the VR visor, and then strapping it over the Bear's head, showing the Doberman how to queue up the programming.

"We're not going to castrate him while he's aware?" The slender black and tan Doberman asked, there was a certain longing in his voice that the Tigers picked up.

Lance shook his broad, stripped head slowly as he looked the other fur in the eyes. "No... there'sss no need." He assured softly, letting the big Bear go under the system as they spoke. "He was broken the second we locked his muzzle open." He continued, moving between the Bear's thick tree trunk like legs, to cup those hefty genitals in one gloved paw. He took that furry sac and his shaft, allowing the Doberman to assist where he could, but he needed the process to be clean. A scar and a hole to piss through, was all he was planning to leave the big former boxer. The Bear would have no final orgasm and be afforded no 'last pleasure' of any sort. This was going to be all by the books, for the young Doberman's sake.

"Now, we need to start the sexual refocusing, it's not very nice to take away all his defenses and not give him a new outlook. Patients like this are suicidal if they're not refocused, we'll make him a bottom, let him learn to love a cock in his muzzle, and then start him on a retraining cycle. Some simple job would be best, probably manual labor until his musculature gives out, and then a nice filing job or clerking job." The Tiger explained softly, his nose picking up the scent of canine arousal around the young intern.

Toby the Doberman frowned a little, but nodded his head carefully. After all, this was pure justice, and there was nothing untoward going on about it. The sleek Tiger smiled slyly, after all... he could show the Dog the other side of justice later on. For now, he just wanted to display this... the real, plain-Jane job, so that it would be set in the young Dog's head.

***

Back in room two, Sueanoi had started to carefully stitched the young Horse Aaron up. She had left the gelding's sack in place, thinking it looked nice all loose and empty like that. Loose, soft skin tucked between the young Equine's thighs where it could be tugged at and toyed with by some top stud. The Tigress smirked to herself, laughing softly as she looked over at the computer system. As Jarrod strolled back into the room, the older Stallion Pacification tech paused to look over her work.

"Ammm very nice stitch work." Jarrod praised, deciding not to mention the feline sexual scent tingling the air, or the absents of the two fat equine testicles they had removed. A massive grin spread over his muzzle, so the little predator not only got off up cutting them off. She liked eating them as well, there was no doubt Sueanoi was going to become one of his techs. "How is the mental reprogramming going.

"Very well it seems..." The Tigress replied, as she moved over so Jarrod could see the readout on the computer screen. "The gelding is already sliding into Level 3 training, which means that he had completely and instantly accepted Levels 1 and 2... Right?"

"Heheh yes... this family seems to have a real affinity for this kind of thing." Jarrod laughed out loud, the fact that the mixture of options he'd selected for the young Stallion was used only on the most intensely heinous criminals meant little to Jarrod. Except for the fact that it ensured that new gelding would be intensely submissive, broken, and needy once the process was done. He logged into the room's camera's making sure they had been documenting the entire process, from the moment the young stallion had walked into the room and undressed.

"Errr... his family?" The Tigress asked in confusion, as she watched the big Horse watching her masturbating as she devoured the other equine's testicles. Her nose turning bright pink, as she blushed at being discovered. Opening her mouth to stammer an explanation, her question about Jarrod's words and the gelding's family totally forgotten. The big Horse held up one huge three fingered hand, silencing the stammering Tigress.

"I know that technically all of the removed meat is supposed to be discarded and destroyed, which in my opinion is what your actually doing in this video." The big Horse patted his intern on the shoulder, his smile perhaps a bit too large. "As for the need for sexual release... it has been foreseen by the Center. We have a room just for that purpose, just down the hall within the room marked 'Personal recreation... If the red light is on it is being used, so unless the sex is for patient training purpose. Please limit your... personal relieve to that room... there are any number of aids in there to help." Jarrod explained, knowing very well that most tech's just used their patients for any relief they needed which was just fine.

"Ammmm yes sir it won't happen again."

"Completely understandable, don't think anymore about it... luckily once a patient is under like this. They will never know it went on, and once their awake after this sort of mental training. They would be perfectly willing to offer any release you might need, provided they are still equipped for it. Aaron here of course isn't going to be able to perform without his organ's, but would be more than happy to use his tongue to serve." Jarrod licked his thick equine lips, laughing a little as the young feline smiled awkwardly. "As it is I'm glad you left his erection." Which was starting to wilt away the big older Stallion noticed, taking out a new scalpel he carefully rolled Aaron's sheath back exposing his cock root. And then began cutting around the base of the already catheterized fuck stick, smiling as he noticed a bit of drool on the felines chin. Jarrod had adjusted the cameras focused on the Horse's crotch into a wide angled view, so that Man'O'War could watch his friend cut his son's cock off. While the nuts had been removed, the camera had been focused into a close up showing only gloved paws. Jarrod knew that once he'd cut the footage and added it to the program he used on the famous race Horse. Man would be sure that it was his friend doing the whole job, which in turn would make the other Stallion except the idea of gelding his son's. Once that big rut stick was removed Jarrod lay it aside, before instructing his intern in the use of the fur color changing tool. Leaving her to do the bulk of the process, and devour that equine fucker if she desired to.

Strolling back down the hall, he peeked in on Justin and Man'O'War unsurprised to find the Fox examining the famous Stallion's cock cage. As the big race Horse explained that his 'friend' Jarrod was keeping him nice and pent up, while the other Stallion bred his herd of mares. The silvery Fox obviously very excited that they both had the same cuckolding kink, and that their friend Jarrod was such a top stud. Jarrod waited until the race Horse was almost finished, and then threw the door open and strolled in. "My ears are burning." The big Stallion laughed, flashing them both a huge confident smile as the door closed behind them.

***

"Right this way." Corey said, opening the door for the four huge private security guards; as they carried the struggling and snarling Dynamite Dingo into the room. The wrestlers lean sculpted muscles bunching and straining hard, even as the huge fur's carried him over to the table. Laying him down on the cold metal surface, they strapped the Dingo down with the fat Boars instructions. Until at last the snarling, growling predator was laying there helplessly as Corey thanked them for their help.

"Hahaha... it's ok Doc, just be sure to let us know when your releasing him." A big Stallion laughed, as the other joined in laughing and joking about what the Dingo was going to be getting.

"Will do guys... heheh." Corey joined in, enjoying the knowledge that once he'd finished these big males would be getting sloppy seconds of thirds. Once he'd shown the guards out, the big Hog strolled back down to the room he'd left his intern in. Looking in, to seeing that the tall, sleek Antelope had spread the table, and was balls deep in Robert the Okapi's virgin anus. The big Boar couldn't help laughing, which made the young intern's head snap around to look at him. A look of shock and fear on the others muzzle, but the big Boar just smiled broadly at him. "Don't stop on my account... Robby seems to be enjoying your efforts a lot. We'll be working in the next room, when your finished helping him out. Our star wrestler has just arrived, and he's in for a lot of work. But by the end he'll be just as eager as Robby there, in fact he'll be a whole lot more passive actually."

Corey waited a minute for the Antelope to roll his hips a few dozen more times, Robby starting to squirm as the visor flashed bright, eager colors deep into his mind. As Brayden blew his load deep into the prone Okapi's firm round ass, and then at last relaxed panting for breath. "God... I can't tell you how... incredible this job is!" The horny young Antelope gushed, taking a step back as he slipped, his long, slender cock out, flashing the grinning Boar for a moment, before quickly tucking it away. Corey just grinned broadly, he'd been the same way when he first started out, after all. And admittedly the show had turned the big Boar on more than a little, maybe he's invite the Antelope and his boyfriend over some night.

Corey escorted the handsome young Antelope intern to the next room, smirking slightly as he watched Brayden's eyes widen. The Dingo's body was perfectly sculpted, more truthfully for looks than anything else really. Wrestlers prided themselves on that sort of thing, just as much as they prided themselves on their masks. The Dingo's was complete with faux-fangs running around the muzzle and an etched stick of dynamite along the back. Corey shifted a little bit, and then nodded slightly turning to Brayden and smiling at him widely. "Alright...you're going to take lead on this." The big Pig explained leeringly, smiling as he saw the bulge in the others loose fitting scrubs. "We've got a long, long list, and to make things a little more fun, we're not going to unmask him." The big Boar chuckled, having a lot of fun with the job that day.

The big Dingo was snarling and flexing against the restraints, shaking his head back and forth. "Y-you gotta unmask me! I'm not the Dynamite Dingo!" The sexy canine shouted frantically, making the young Antelope look back at the Boar in confession.

Corey smiled nodded and rolling his eyes, it was quite common for people to come in and claim things like that. "I'm his tag-team partner. I'm his tag-team part-MPH!" The Dingo was silenced, as Corey worked a circular gag past his lips and teeth. Before he patted the Dingo's sleek muscular chest, smiling at Brayden with a nasty leering look in his muzzle.

The Antelope looked unsure, but reasoned that Corey was the professional and surely knew best. "Aren't we going to... Ammm make sure?" He asked quickly, just me make sure the Boar wasn't teasing him.

The Hog shook his head, his beady dark eyes glittering brightly as he brushed against the bugle in Brayden's scrubs. "Nah... if it's a processing error, it won't matter in a few hours and if the Dynamite Dingo is trying to get away, he'll be caught... and under contract law, he'll get transported and processed. It's not a big deal, and once he goes through the system, we'll have the absolute truth out of him. And we'll be able to call the promoter and make sure things all get shaken out properly." Corey said smirking even wider, as the plainly panicking Dingo started trying to protest once again.

The Antelope looked unsure, but when the Hog reached for a pair of scissors, he slowly started to nod. "It's about... numbers, about sometimes looking the other way?" Brayden grunted in understanding, as the fat Pig nodded his head sagely.

"Especially, if you're wanting what we both want." The Boar snickered, reaching down and starting to cut away the Dingo's brightly colored wrestling uniform. "And you want it nice and compliant, both ready yet eager to please."

"Yeah... so about that..." Brayden stammered, plainly he had some questions licking his lip's as he watched Corey cut away that gaudy uniform. "Nice and compliant that is..." Slowly the Antelope explained about his Otter boyfriend, and the way he was always chasing after twinkish younger males. And although he didn't say it outright, Corey realized at once what the Buck was wanting. A soft eager bottom only Otter, who lived only to please his big horny male stud. The Boar's grin only growing wider and wider, as the intern asked questions about the treatments Robby and Ed had gotten. Corey understood the others desire, he had a sweet Pacified gelding at home himself.

"I tell you what... you get him in here and we'll get that sexy boy fixed right up heheh." Corey promised, as he stripped off the Dingo's ruin uniform and discarded it into the burn bin in the corner. The two tech's taking a moment to admit the canine's hefty cock and balls, fondling and exploring them with gloved paws. As the struggling Dingo lay back on the table, his gagged protests stopping as the pleasure of that fondling made his long red rocket jut up out of his sheath. "Wow that's a really nice cock, ashamed we have to remove it." The big Boar chortled, watching as the Dingo's eyes half closed with pleasure shoot open wide. The Dingo moaning a desperate protest into the gag, even as the big Hog strolled over to the computer consoled. "Hey... you're the one who signed the contract... you either shouldn't have signed it or you shouldn't have lost the match." Corey snickered, bringing the first mental reprogramming program up... Gender Personality Realignment, or G.P.R was for making a male think of themselves as females. "Put the VR head set on him..." The Hog ordered, watching as Brayden picked up the headset wiggling and twisting to get it on over the wrestlers mask. "And we'll get his new bitch personality installed..." Those laughing words the last thing the Dingo hear before, the program putting him under.