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WARNING: BLOOD BODY-MOD PENECTOMY CASTRATION SEX-SLAVERY PAIN SURGERY MIND CONTROL!

*clears throat* Now that the warning is out of the way, here we go. This is a commission story for p_dawg on furaffinity and was made to his specifications. You have been warned by tags and by comments what is in here, so don't read if you don't like. I'm warning you of this ahead of time.

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"Economy or no economy, people always need cars."

That was what he always said to the people on the car lots, and it was the first part of his sales pitch. San was a little proud of it, probably a little more proud than he should be due to being a little drunk, but hey, it had been a good day for the golden retriever.

"I mean, furs always need a car. No matter how much gas it guzzles, no matter how much they gotta pay to get it, they always need a car," the canine continued, lecturing a new salesman that had joined him after work. "Just gotta remind 'em of that fact. Gotta make sure they remember they need a car. Car gets them to work, car gets them groceries. Remind 'em of that, and they'll be eating out of your paw."

The new guy, a junior salesman of the feline variety, was scribbling all this down on a notepad that he seemed to carry with him everywhere. It fit in the pocket in his office-style shirt, as well as a few pens, so it might very well be true that he carried it around with him wherever he went. In fact, the jaguar next to him was dressed so much like an office assistant - white shirt, black pants, pens sticking out of the shirt pocket and a legal pad/notepad with him at all times - that San might have assumed him to be one if he didn't know better.

Taking a break in his drunken lecture to take a little look around, the retriever gave the bar a good once over. He noticed that a few of his co-workers, fellow salesmen and administration alike, had arrived. He hadn't seen them come in, so he didn't know how long they'd been around, but who cared? They were here to relax, same as him.

Tom, the horse in charge of administration for the car lot, was over at the jukebox. He was putting a few quarters in to pick out a song, and his tight jeans squeezed at his butt as he leaned over to pick a song. The stallion seemed to love those tight clothes, both shirt and pants always squeezing at his body and showing it off. Not that San could blame the thoroughbred, really: if he had a body that good, he'd probably wear spandex to work.

He shifted his gaze to one of the round tables a few feet back from the actual bar, where Greg and Jim, both fellow canines and salesmen, shared a pitcher of beer. Greg wore a dark button-up shirt and dark jeans, long used and well appreciated by the more 'country' style customers that came to the lot. In a way, it made the German Shepherd look a little bit like the country stars that came on the television, sometimes, and San supposed that it was appealing to some people.

Jim, on the other hand, dressed much more casually. It sometimes embarrassed the retriever, considering they were the same species but worked so differently. While San came to work in a suit almost as good as what a business executive might have and treated the customers to well thought out speeches and appropriate figures, Jim didn't bother to plan out anything.

Instead, he just made the furs on the lot feel like his friends, charming them. Since he dressed in a t-shirt and ripped jeans like half of the teens and adults out there, he came across as just another guy, albeit one that could hand them a key to a car.

With the business needing as much sales as it did, it shouldn't have bothered him that Jim did so well. However, as the other retriever's sales numbers started climbing, it threatened his own reign of dominance in the company.

San had been on the top of the heap for a while. His sales techniques had been the envy of the other salesmen for a while, and he'd made sure that he would never slip. His position at the top of the sales division came with quite a few perks, including a shiny BMW that the company kept fueled at its expense and a yearly bonus of a thousand dollars for each month he managed to sell more than thirty cars. It amounted to a lot of cash and freedom, and he wouldn't give that up to an upstart.

The new guy reached over and tugged on his arm, and San realized that he had been mumbling for a while about his woes. He waved away the bartender's offer of another beer. He needed to be sober.

"Yeah, what is it, Barry?" San said, his words just slightly slurred. Man, he needed to watch himself a little bit if he wanted to keep on top. Drinking that much wasn't something he usually did, even on a good day. This was a good day, though, right? He thought it was, but his head was fuzzy enough that it was hard to really remember. "You got a lesson from the best salesman here already, whatcha want now?"

The jaguar shook his head. "Sir, um, I think that Tom wants to have a word with you," he said. He pointed over San's shoulder, and the retriever followed the feline's gesture.

The stallion was seated at the table next to the jukebox - which was playing A Matter of Trust at full volume, interestingly enough - and waving him over. San sighed softly and pushed himself up from the bar. He wobbled just a bit, but he hid most of it. No need to look like a drunk in front of the new guy, he thought.

Using the tables and backs of chairs to support himself kept the buzz in his hand from making him stumble or trip, thankfully. It was bad enough that he had wobbled getting up at the bar, but if he tripped just walking across the floor, he would never hear the end of it. Tom watched him as he walked over, and the retriever would have sworn that there was a bit of a smug smile on his administrator's face. But that was just the alcohol in his system, probably, though if it was, he'd have to cut back. Drinking enough to hallucinate was just asking for trouble.

He almost fell into the other chair at Tom's table, grunting as the sharp impact left his backside stinging and his tailbone ringing. Rubbing his back a little bit to alleviate the pain, San almost missed the mug of beer that the horse offered him. "No thanks, Tom," San said with a shake of his head. "I'm drunk enough. I don't want to get any more of that in my system."

"It's not like you're going to be driving home under your own power tonight anyway, San," the horse said. He pushed the mug forward again. "Go ahead. You did a pretty good job today, and you deserve to celebrate a little bit."

Well, if his boss insisted. He took the mug and took a gulp.

He gasped for breath and slammed the mug back down on the table barely a second later, shuddering. "Ugh...whatever that is, it ain't beer," the canine said.

"Hehe, you're right enough there." Tom hefted the pitcher. "Probably shoulda looked for the foam or whatever else. Tequila. A gulp like that probably felt like you were swallowing fire or something."

That was putting it mildly. San gulped air and pounded his chest until the fiery feeling in his throat and mouth started to go away. Glaring at the horse, he said, "Warn me next time, huh? That hurt!" He rubbed his chest again before turning his gaze back to the glass. This time, he just took a little sip. It still burned, but in a good way, and went down a lot smoother than the last glass.

The tequila added to the pleasant buzz in his head, and San leaned back a bit in his chair. "So, whatcha want, boss?" he asked.

Tom leaned over the table as he spoke, and San imagined that he could see a smile on his admin's face. He didn't, of course; it was just a hallucination from the drink. Drink less, he told himself. "You know, San-"

"Call me P-Dawg, Tom," San said with a laugh. "San's for work."

"P-Dawg, then." Tom paused, and tapped the table a few times with a finger. "I've seen the numbers of all the sales you're putting out, you know. You're the best salesman on the lot, and there's never been any doubt about that for the last three years. After all, there's never been anybody else that could break your record of thirty cars sold in two weeks," the horse said.

He sighed a little to himself with a smile, thinking back to that month. December, it was. So many families that were coming in for a thought of buying a cheap car for their teenager or something. Oh, they had been so easy to play. Not a one left the lot without buying a car that was three times what they had originally been looking to spend, and had he ever gotten a bonus from that.

"Of course, there have been a couple of questions about your methods." San sat up a little bit at that. "Yes, your methods, P-Dawg. There have been a couple of families that came back to the lot after hours, telling me that you sold them something they could never afford by sweet talking them into it. I don't really look kindly on that.

"But that's beside the point. You're a good salesman, P-Dawg, and if things were different, I'd keep you on the sales staff anyway; we can always use a good salesman, no matter his methods. But..." Tom paused. The horse looked around the room, and San followed his boss's eyes with drunken slowness. His boss looked at both canines at the other table, the feline at the bar, and even at the bartender. They all nodded at the horse, and Tom nodded back at them before continuing.

"But here's the problem. You see Greg and Jim over there?" he asked, pointing at the two canines. "They both got divorced by their wives, and they can't afford to date with their hours. Barry at the counter? He's such a shy boy that he's never going to get any pussy for the rest of his life without some kind of help."

"Whazzat got to do wi' me?" San slurred. He groaned as he pulled himself more upright in his chair, laying his hands on the table. "You gonna fire me becaush of that?"

Tom laughed. "Fire you? Hardly." The horse stood up, his hands planted on the table as he continued. "I'm just going to reassign you. I can't give my workers time off to chase after pussy, so I'll give them some pussy they can have at work. You."

"How ya figure zat?" San asked. Geez, his words were getting more and more slurred. He hadn't drunk that much. He shouldn't be getting worse from not drinking. He tried to stand up, but swayed and fell back into his chair. "Don't gots a pussy..."

"No, but you will," Tom said. He patted the pitcher of tequila. "I brought this stuff with me, you know. I added a few little cocktails to the alcohol, and it should keep you quiet for a good, long time. We'll be taking you to a doctor I know that can fix the little problem of you not having a pussy, and then we'll make sure that you are the perfect little toy for the company."

San groaned, trying to pull himself out of his seat. This couldn't be real, but at the same time, he didn't want to hang around anyone that even liked to joke about this kind of thing.

No matter how much he pulled and tugged at his chair, no matter how much he pushed at it, though, he couldn't summon enough strength to lift himself out of the chair. It was like his body weighed five times as much as it had before. He was stuck. All he could move was his head, and he shifted it from side to side, trying to see what was happening here.

Tom gestured for the rest of the company to come over. Greg and Jim grabbed him by the shoulders, while Tom and Barry carried him by the legs. The horse looked down at him with a small smile. "Don't worry. You'll like this later," he said. The last bits of the chemicals finally hit their full effect, and dragged San down into sleep.

~~~

Everything was blurry as San opened his eyes. Light glinted above him, and he could see a light colored shape in front of him. He groaned softly and moved his head. The thing in front of him performed the same movements at the same time, and froze as he did. What was going on here?

Other shapes wandered around him, and as he blinked his eyes, they slowly came into focus. He recognized Tom leaning against the wall by the door to his left, and he could see Greg and Jim watching him intently from the other side of the room. In fact, Tom wasn't exactly that relaxed either, looking at him with eyes that almost looked hungry. It scared San a little bit, but the buzz in his head still wasn't letting him think very well.

He shook his head again, trying to clear it of whatever the heck Tom had spiked his drink with. It didn't work very well, but a little bit of the buzz faded. He could think a little bit, at least, and that was all that mattered.

Now that he was thinking with a clearer head, the retriever looked around the room. It was chrome-like, the walls and floor and even the ceiling coated with a silver-steel futuristic paint. No, it wasn't quite paint, he realized after another look. That was really metal, like something out of a futuristic movie set, or maybe something like a doctor's office.

Doctor's office. Tom's words flooded back into San's mind, and he leaped up.

At least, that was what he had intended to do. Rather than leaping to his feet, however, he jerked maybe an inch or two before being yanked back, hard. A quick look told him that he had a set of restraints, cuffs, around his wrists and chest and - he looked down, not believing what was happening but unable to ignore what his body was telling him - even around his ankles and his legs, and his waist. They had him completely restrained to this silvery table. More than restrained, he realized after a moment, he was completely naked!

San growled as he realized that his entire body was on display to his co-workers, and whipped around to look at Tom. Well, his head whipped around, his body stuck flat on its back on the silver-steel slab. "What the hell are you doing, you sick-"

"Just what I told you I was doing, San," the horse said with a chuckle. "I'm giving you a pussy so you can serve the company a little better. Don't worry, it won't take that long." The horse turned his head to the door. "My friend owes me a couple favors, so he'll be doing this completely off of the books, and he'll make sure that there's no outside evidence of this ever taking place. Just think, my friend; you're about to lose your cock, and there's not a thing you can do to get revenge later."

The golden retriever couldn't believe such a thing was possible. Apparently his face broadcasted his thoughts, because Tom smiled even wider. "Don't believe me if you want, San, but you're going to lose your dick tonight, and you'll become the pussy toy of all the salesmen in the company. Mine too, if I can ever pry you free from them."

"You're going to have to be awfully lucky to do that, boss," Jim said with a grin. San turned his head around to see that his rival was actually rubbing his crotch, right here in front of him. "I've wanted to fuck this guy since I first saw his cute little face. Think I can take his ass while he's recovering instead of waiting for him to heal?"

"We'll see what the doctor says, Jim, but you'll probably be able to. Just make sure that you use the sedative at first, so you don't have to fight him - pardon me, her," Tom said, laughing.

San followed the conversation, his head twisting back and forth to keep watching the speaker. He couldn't believe this was happening. His salesmen weren't gay, he wasn't gay: why the heck would they be doing this in the first place?! It just didn't make sense.

Of course, when he was female, it wouldn't be gay anymore, would it?

He pushed that thought out of his head. They weren't going to do that surgery. This was all just a joke. It had to be just a joke that was going out of control. Tom wasn't like this, even if he got horny, and neither were the rest of his fellow employees. That was it. San sighed softly as he went through the logic, leaning back a bit on the table. That was it. It was just a joke. He didn't have to worry.

He kept thinking that until the doctor walked into the room. Even his co-workers wouldn't go as far as to get someone to impersonate a doctor, in this day and age.

The surgeon was a kangaroo, russet furred and tall. He stood almost seven feet tall, and that dwarfed Tom even. He carried a wide tray of tools and needles, and as the light glinted off the metal ends of syringes and scalpels, San realized that this was no joke. This was as real as taxes.

His co-workers, minus Barry, were all watching the doctor intensely when they weren't ogling him. The absence of the feline confused him, and he looked at Greg. The shepherd chuckled and pointed to the door. "We put Barry outside. He's not exactly capable of dealing with a lot of blood, so we let him just wait until the whole thing is over with."

So he wasn't going to be watched by the new guy? Big freaking deal, San thought. He was still going to be emasculated in front of everyone else that he knew in the company, and then have the doctor slice a pussy into his body so that he would be turned into their personal toy. With all that was about to happen, the news of the new guy not being able to watch him wasn't really worth hearing.

Chilled metal touched his sheath, and San almost jumped out of his fur in surprise. His eyes flicked back to his groin, and he saw the doctor was holding a scalpel blade against the base of his sheath. "Please, don't do this! I...I'll find a way for you guys to get your pussy, I promise, just don't do this!" he begged.

It didn't seem to matter to his co-workers what he promised or not. It certainly didn't matter to the doctor. The blade of the scalpel cut into the base of his sheath, and San felt every bit of tearing and cutting that it produced. Howling in pain, he threw his head back. The metal of the table hurt, but it wasn't enough to block out the pain that he felt from the blade. It hadn't touched his cock yet, but it was slicing through his sheath cleanly. The chill metal was heating up quickly, soaking up his body heat.

As the doctor dragged the scalpel around his sheath, San felt his blood ooze out of the cuts. It slipped down his crotch, rolling down over his ass and onto the metal table. There wasn't enough to make more than a little puddle, but he could feel it there, soaking into his fur.

But that was at the edge of his consciousness. For now, his mind was filled with the pain of having his sheath cut off. There was no anesthetic, there were no painkillers. He was fully conscious, and he felt every cut, every millimeter of skin that was being sliced. Hot pain lanced through his crotch with the slightest movements of the scalpel, and despite how much it made it hurt more, he squirmed from side to side, futilely trying to escape from the scalpel that caused him so much pain. Not only didn't it work, but it ripped at his sheath more, pulling it, dragging the scalpel back over highly sensitive areas.

San cried and howled in agony as he felt the first prick of the scalpel against his cock. It only happened because of his squirming, but it hurt so much worse than anything else so far that his screams actually echoed in the small room. The pain was so bad that he actually was frozen still from it.

"Okay, then," the doctor muttered, pulling the scalpel back and laying it down on the tray of tools. The kangaroo leaned over him, masked muzzle against his. "If you're not going to hold still so that I can do this quickly, I'm going to have to do something about it. My immediate idea is to take a chain saw to your crotch, but that would be really messy and I don't want to have to clean up this room if I don't have to.

"My other idea is to let your friends here enjoy themselves with your bound body. Oh, they can't have your tailhole right now, but they can straddle your chest, enjoy your mouth," the kangaroo said. Tossing his head to the side, the doctor pointed out that the horse and both canines were stroking themselves through their pants right at that moment. "I'm sure they'd agree. Now, are you going to stay still, or do I have to let them loose?"

The reality of the situation had been slow to really hit the retriever, but it seemed to finally come home. Slowly, he nodded. "I'll...I'll be still," he said through gulping breaths, trying to hold back tears.

"Good."

The doctor nodded once and went back to San's crotch. The sheath was half cut through, the entire right side and part of the top sliced off from his groin. The sharp blade of the scalpel slipped into the flesh again, and while San couldn't keep himself from tensing up, he did manage to keep from squirming.

Slowly making its way around his sheath, cutting into the flesh with the burning ease of a hot knife through butter, the scalpel slowly continued its cutting path. Each inch of skin cut made San yelp out in pain, but he couldn't move. He didn't dare move. Being still meant that he wouldn't have to...do...anything with his co-workers for a little longer.

He felt the cutting pause, and slowly opened his eyes. The doctor was staring at him, and Tom was leaning over him. Apparently the stallion couldn't be content with rubbing through his pants anymore, because his boss's pants were left at the door, and a long, hard cock was laid across his belly.

Tom grinned down at him before looking at the doctor. "There's not much left of his sheath, doctor. Can I take off the rest of it?" San's eyes went wide at that, and he started shaking his head back and forth rapidly, trying to tell the doctor not to let the stallion do that. It didn't work, and the kangaroo stepped back, offering the scalpel to Tom.

Rather than taking it, the stallion waved it off.

"I don't need that," the equine said with a chuckle. He stroked his cock lightly while reaching down with his free hand to the bloody mess of the nearly severed canine sheath. Patting it just hard enough to make San groan in pain, Tom leaned down, almost face to face with him. "You know, I almost feel sorry for you. But after all these years, watching that fem-butt of yours sway side to side across the office, I find that I don't feel sorry at all. I hope you enjoyed your cock during the last week, because you'll never rub another cum out of that thing!"

With that, the horse yanked on the sheath, hard. The last bit of skin holding it to the canine's groin tore with an audible ripping sound, and San shrieked.

He must have blacked out for a moment or two, because he opened his eyes to find Tom laughing, and moaning. The horse's cock was stained red, and there were little pieces of golden fuzz around it. Had Tom...San looked up at the horse's face, and Tom nodded. "Yep, I just jerked off with your sheath, cunt-boi to be," he said.

Panting, sweat dripping down his face from how hard he was tensed up, the golden retriever looked down at his groin. His sheath couldn't be gone, it just couldn't.

Not only was it gone, but his cock was still there. Without its protective covering, it's soft, sensitive flesh laid against his crotch fur. The little hairs pricked at his member, and it actually hurt his skin. Whimpering softly, he couldn't help staring at it. It was never supposed to be out in the open when it was soft. It just wasn't. Without his sheath, it just looked...wrong.

Again, the doctor approached him. He'd replaced the bloody scalpel with something different. This time, it looked more like a kitchen knife, and not one of the sharp ones. Even from a few feet away, he could see that this was a serrated knife, one meant to tear, rather than cut. Eyes wide at what the doctor meant to do, San shrieked: he didn't howl, didn't whimper, didn't plead, but shrieked, high, long, and loud enough to make everyone in the room cover their ears for a moment.

"That's it. That's fucking it!" the kangaroo muttered. As the retriever continued yelling, the doctor reached out and grabbed the elbow of the other golden retriever, Jim, and dragged him over to the table. "Gag him. I don't care how; just get him to stop yelling!"

San could only watch as his grinning co-worker straddled his face. Jim wasn't looking for a blowjob, though, it seemed. Instead, he was shoving his butt into San's face, tail lifted, and hole puckering, begging for attention. Even as the other canine descended, San's mind approached the breaking point. He couldn't be forced to do this. This was the ultimate humiliation. He didn't want that butt in his face, he didn't-

Interrupted as Jim's fluffy rear pressed down on his muzzle and cut of his shriek of pain and disbelief, San was forced to breath through his nose instead of through his mouth. His lips were pressed against the twitching anus of the eager golden retriever, and he was forced to inhale the scent of butt with each inhalation.

It was strong, but not dirty, as he had feared. At least Jim kept himself relatively clean back there. There was a fair bit of sweat, musk, but there was no smell of feces. Not that it was a particularly large relief, considering what he was having to do here. He tried staying still, but Jim pushed back harder, forcing San to pucker his lips, literally kissing that twitching hole.

"Lick it," he heard someone say. It was hard to hear, considering his other senses were otherwise engaged, and the way that Jim had his tail wrapped around his head. The fluffy appendage muffled most sounds, so he wasn't sure if he'd really heard that command. "Lick it now!" someone shouted. He definitely heard that one, but he couldn't do that. He couldn't make himself lick another male's rear, not even like this. Shaking his head - well, not shaking his head so much as whimpering and shivering - he refused to following the command.

Their response was to jab his arm with one of the other blades that the doctor had brought into the room. He yelped, even though the jab wasn't hard, and didn't go deep. "Lick, or we start doing that more," the voice said. He was pretty sure that it was Greg saying that, now.

Fearing another poke with the blade if he didn't start immediately, San finally went to his task, tentatively sticking his tongue out and giving Jim's tailhole a slow lick.

The flesh pulsed and puckered as his tongue touched it. The taste was almost exactly the same as the musky smell that filled the canine's nose, a little rank, strong, and purely male. It was clean of feces, again, which he felt more grateful for now, but it was still something that he would never do if he had the choice. It was obvious that Jim was enjoying it, though, as he rolled his hips around, keeping the tailhole pressed right against San's tongue.

One particular roll of the canine's hips forced his tongue into the tailhole. Yelping at the sudden difference, San tried to pull his head back so that his tongue wasn't inside another male's tailhole, but there was no room to do that. He couldn't even pull his tongue back, as Jim's hole was tight enough to keep it inside.

"Hey, doc, think we can start adding the hormones now?" Hormones? What hormones, San wanted to ask.

"Not yet," the kangaroo said. San felt gloved fingers taking hold of his soft cock, holding it off of his groin and away from the prickly hairs. "We have to get rid of this and his balls first. Then we can get those in."

"Pity. I'd like to have him a little more eager here, but I guess I can make him do what I want." San felt one of his hands being wrapped around something warm, and slick. It pulsed, and it thrusted into his hand a few times before he realized what it was. He was being forced to give a handjob here as well as a rimjob.

He didn't have long to worry about that, as the doctor began slicing into his cock. From the very first touch, that of the serrated edge to the drying out, sensitive member, San was screaming. It wasn't loud, as most of it was muffled by the close proximity of canine ass, but he was screaming. The doctor dragged the knife across his cock, and he could feel the little metal teeth sawing away at his cock. It was slow, maybe a little bit more, or a little bit less than a millimeter per slice, so he could feel each and every bit of skin that was severed. His crotch burned with the blood that was flowing out of his member, and he could feel more of it flowing down to pool under his rear.

The doctor cut slowly, taking almost ten seconds with each slice of the knife. It took almost a full minute of slicing to get down to the halfway point, the urethra. As the knife cut into that center tube of his cock, San could feel air slipping into it. It was only a momentary feeling, as blood coated it, slid into it a second after, but the cold shock of outside air slipping in like that distracted him from the pain for a moment.

Over too soon, the moment passed as the kangaroo's knife tore further and further into his cock. He screamed louder and louder, but the more he screamed, the more excited Jim got. His canine co-worker still hadn't dismounted his muzzle, and each time he screamed, Jim moaned. San realized that his tongue was vibrating each time he screamed, and it must be making Jim feel pleasure, but he couldn't stop himself. It just hurt so much!

With a crunch and a sickening jerk, San felt the base of his penis leave his body. Its sudden lack was just...wrong. He couldn't say anything else to describe it. His cock had been there, and then it wasn't: the empty feeling between his legs felt so wrong that he couldn't find the words to describe it.

Slumping against the table as his cock was taken away, San felt broken. His mind couldn't accept the reality of his situation, and even as he felt the scalpel start digging into his ball sac, he couldn't make himself care. His cock was gone. He wasn't a male anymore.

The cutting of his testicles was faster, leaving another gaping hole in his groin that he couldn't see. Some quick stitching followed by a laser cauterization almost pulled him out of his daze, but failed to completely draw him out. Jim slowly dismounted his face, slick asshole passing in front of San's eyes on his way off of the table. With his view clear, San slowly looked down at himself.

Jim had cum. For some reason, he noticed that first, seeing the ropes of pearly, thick goo on his chest from the other canine's orgasm. He'd done enough to get the other retriever off, apparently. He didn't know why, but that disgusted him more than the loss of his organs.

Nothing bulged out of his groin anymore, he realized as he looked further down. He hadn't expected to see his sheath, considering that Tom had already taken it and was, in fact, still wearing the bloody tube around his cock. The horse took a step closer, and San couldn't help staring at the horse's still erect member, his cock's former refuge wrapped around that meaty shaft. The furry piece of flesh seemed to tremble on the verge of ripping, since San was much smaller down there than his boss was. Yet, Tom didn't seem bothered in the least, even though that must have felt like a corset around his cock.

Clattering metal drew his attention away from the pulsing horse cock. The doctor had dropped his ball sac onto another platter. The flesh sagged and drooped, while his testicles remained stationary. After a few seconds, the flesh no longer could hold itself up, and slid along the cum factories that they held. It was like a kick in the stomach for the canine, seeing his balls exposed to open air, and seeing the tubes that had connected them to him sticking out. It was...gross...wrong...His stomach heaved for a moment, and the only reason he didn't vomit was because he had a completely empty stomach.

Tom's panting pulled him a little more back to the world, and though still dazed, he realized that the doctor wasn't quite done yet. Everyone in the room had their eyes on the kangaroo, as though waiting for something else. What more could they do to him, though? They'd already unmanned him: it wasn't like there was anything else they could take from him.

His confusion must have been evident to his co-workers, because Greg, the German Shepherd, leaned over him. Greg's wet nose pressed against his, and he could see the other smiling. "Bet you're wondering what's gonna happen next, aren't you?" San couldn't quite help nodding. "Well, we did say that we needed pussy, didn't we? Did you think we were just talking about your ass that way?" San had to admit, he had thought that. "Well, we'll definitely be using it, but not all the time. Not all of us are gay, you know," Greg said with a laugh.

The doctor was already starting to pull up another scalpel, as well as something that looked like a miniature trowel, more suitable for digging than anything else. "I think you're about to get knocked out from pain, San, so I'll make this quick. You're not just going to be unmanned. You're also going to be 'femmified'. Hope you enjoy your new gender," Greg whispered before stepping back again.

At some point, the fur that had been using his hand for a handjob had pulled back. Cum soaked it, and it made his hand a little slippery. Not slippery enough to get out of the restraints, but slick. San didn't know why he noticed that now. Probably an attempt to not think about what was about to happen, if Greg was telling the truth.

He felt the blade prod between his legs, a little bit between his taint and where his balls used to be. Then the blade sank into him in the now-familiar sensation of burning slicing. It slid up through his skin, cutting through fur and flesh. Screams failed to move the doctor and the audience, but they were ripped from his throat anyway.

The cut was quick, but the pain remained even after the blade was removed. Shaking his head and whimpering, no longer having the breath to scream, San hoped that was the last of it. In the back of his mind, he knew that it wasn't, but he could hope.

Yet, it was not. The doctor lifted that trowel-like tool, and kneeled down between San's legs. For a brief moment, San's pain was manageable. Then that tool slammed into his new wound, digging into his insides with the force and sharp edges of a sword. A very small part of his mind compared it to the fights in fantasy stories, when people are stabbed in the gut. If they felt half this pain, there was no way they would be able to get up and do anything.

With one final scream, San finally blacked out.

~~~

He woke up some unknown time later. A soft mattress propped him up, along with several pillows behind his head, keeping his upper body at a forty five degree angle. Pinpricks of pain remained in his body, but not nearly what he expected to feel after-

San jerked as the memories of what had happened rushed through his head. His hand pulled the sheet covering him away, desperate to believe that what happened hadn't really happened, that it was a dream of some sort.

Rather than his boxers that he normally wore to bed, he was wearing panties! There was no sheath, no ball bulge beneath them, either. Just smoothness. Except...He stared at himself a little closer, eyes widening. Was that...There was a camel toe outline in his panties. Did he...

As he tried to reach into his panties to confirm his fears, something jerked his arm to a stop with a small, stinging pain in his hand. It was clear what caused it when he looked down. An IV needle was in the back of his hand. He traced the tube attached to it with his eyes, eventually finding a bag hanging near his bed, labeled with four words.

Pain Killers/Female Hormones.

San's mind went blank for a moment, and he was unable to do anything but stare at the bag that was dumping more and more chemicals into his body. He wanted to rip it right out of his arm, stop this now while there was still the slightest chance of him getting out of this, but no matter how much his heart and soul screamed for his to stop, his body just wouldn't respond.

Slowly, he became aware of someone else in the room. With the greatest force of will he could ever remember summoning, he managed to turn his head away from the chemical bag.

Sitting in the corner of the room was Jim. The golden retriever was grinning, leaning back with his pants at his ankles. "So, you're finally awake," Jim said with a chuckle. He stood up, and kicked the pants away. "Took you long enough. You've been sleeping for the past six days."

Six days?! He'd been asleep for that long?! San pushed himself up in the bed. At least, he tried to, but the painkillers had him completely zonked out. The best he could do was to move a little bit upright, more of a sitting position than a reclined one. "What are you doing here?" he said. Again, he tried to. What came out was "Wa ya doa her?"

"Oh, I thought I would come and watch my new pussy in the making," Jim said with a smile. He reached out and yanked the blanket off of the former male. "And I have to say, your female hormones seem to be doing the trick. Look at your hips yet?"

San hadn't. He looked down, and stared. Though it wasn't quite obvious if one didn't know what they were looking for, his hips did have more of a curve now. He didn't have breasts, but he definitely had the lower body of a female. His hips curved out, and he wagered that if he looked behind him, he would have a bit more of a butt, swollen outwards a bit in a way that would attract more males.

He lifted his head again just in time to see Jim lean over him, reaching down for the waistband of his panties. "Come on, San, let's see what you've lost, and let's see how healed it is," the golden retriever said. He gave the panties a little tug, and they came down a good distance almost immediately. There was no sign of a scar around his crotch, but his fur might have been hiding where his sheath and his balls had been. More than that, though, there was a wetness that shouldn't have been there. Not blood, but something rather familiar smelling, and something that scared San to smell.

Jim grinned at the smell, and leaned over a little more. "Oh, that's even better than I had hoped, San, so much better," he whispered, tugging harder at the panties. They came down quickly, ripping at the seams from the force of the other canine's tugging. It was going to be a race between whether the panties would tear or if they could be slid off before they broke.

As it happened, they broke. Too much of a tug as they slid past the thighs ripped the waistband in two, snapping back and lashing out against San's legs. It stung for a second, but the sudden exposure of air to his...pussy...distracted him enough to keep him from feeling it. Mostly.

He stared at his new pair of nether lips. He could only see the edge of it, about the part where the clitoral hood was and where the end of his vagina was, but it was enough to tell him that he was no longer male. What scared him most was the smell coming off of his pussy. It wasn't the smell of blood, or of infection, but of arousal. It was the smell of a female in heat, and it was coming off of his pussy in waves.

It also explained why he was so wet. If he was getting all these female hormones and putting off heat pheromones, then it meant that he had to be aroused too, right? But if he did, why didn't he feel anything?

Of course! The painkillers! They were keeping his senses dulled down to almost nothing, at least down there, and everywhere else he was, if not numb, then at least zonked out enough to be paralyzed. Paralyzed, and helpless.

He watched as Jim grinned at his nether lips, his eyes glazing over as the heat pheromones overwhelmed whatever decency might still be in the other canine. He could see Jim's cock growing harder and harder, and saw a few drops of pre fall onto his leg. A few quick sniffs confirmed that the male was as aroused as he looked, as if San couldn't tell that from Jim's face.

"You know, I didn't think that I would be able to wait this long," Jim whispered. He stroked his hand along the inner thigh of San's leg. "You were so sexy, before and after the operation. I wanted to take you right there, right in the ass while you were on the table. In fact, if the doctor hadn't said that it might have killed you, I probably would have.

"But this...this body of yours now was worth waiting for," Jim said. He pulled himself onto the hospital bed, the frame creaking softly at the increased weight. San felt Jim push his legs to the sides, opening up the way to his new pussy more. "And now, with you in heat...oh, this is going to be an experience to remember."

San knew that he should have wanted to fight, he knew that he should be trying to push Jim away from him. He lifted his arms to do just that; he pulled up his legs to kick the other canine away.

Rather than pushing Jim off, his arms pulled Jim closer. His legs wrapped around the male's hips, guiding his shaft in closer and closer to the virgin slit waiting. Something in his body was making him react like he wanted this. The hormones shouldn't be doing this, should they? San didn't think so, but his body didn't seem to be getting the message.

Jim's cock pressed lightly against his new pussy, the wet lips parting just a bit to allow the broad head of the canine into him. His entrance was tight enough to prevent immediate penetration, but they both moaned loudly at the new feeling. Vaginal lips slick with his enforced arousal, they parted to allow the tip of Jim's member inside, and as San felt the slight sensation of being filled, he gasped at the very different feeling.

Even though he had only recently been given a pussy, he clenched down on the intruding member as hard as he could, as if he knew instinctively what would give the both of them the most pleasure. It stung, of course, but not as much as it might. His body was still somewhat numbed, and he barely felt the discomfort in light of the relief from the burning heat between his legs. For now, he didn't care that this was rape, that he hadn't wanted it at first. What he wanted was for that cock to go deeper, to press in as deep as it could, because that was the only thing that would make him feel better.

Panting hard in his own pleasure, San bumped forward a bit. He couldn't move much, but he could thrust his hips up against the male's groin. His panting breaths slowly pulled more and more of the musky smell of male to his nose, and despite himself, it made him hotter, more eager to have that cock in his pussy.

Former co-worker or not, Jim was more than happy to indulge him. Smiling, Jim pulled back, breaking contact for a moment. He adjusted his position, lining himself up for a good, powerful thrust. San remembered the fact that he would have a hymen now, and it almost snapped him out of the trance of lust he was under. Almost.

Instead, he only opened his legs up further, his new pussy glistening in the bright light of the room. He wanted this, and he would not be denied, by anything.

That was all the invitation that Jim needed. With a grin that would have done a shark proud with the number of teeth showing, the golden retriever slammed his hips forward, his powerful thrust slamming a good five inches of cock flesh into San's pussy.

San's head fell back against the bed as he gasped in pleasure. There should have been pain, he was sure of that. He could feel some warm liquid flowing between his legs, his hymen being broken, but he felt no pain from it. Painkillers must be good for something, he thought to himself as he watched Jim pulling back, getting ready for another thrust. Heavens, he wasn't sure that he could wait for it.

The second thrust hilted Jim's cock in his pussy, and he groaned from the powerful sensations that gave him. That cock was so good! "Oh, Jim!" San whispered softly, clenching his insides down hard. He wanted this, and he wanted it now! "Take me!"

Jim did just that. With rapid thrusts, the other canine pinned him to the bed, de-flowering his pussy at a fast and furious pace. San didn't care anymore about not having his manhood, he didn't care about being a pussy-boi. He didn't even care that he was going to be doing this every day. Hell, he looked forward to that now! He wanted to be fucked like this every day, to have his pussy filled with cock.

He grinned as he was pounded, leaning back against the bed. Legs spread wide at first, they slowly clenched in a grip around Jim's waist. They pulled him closer, making his thrusts shorter, but faster. The knot on the base of Jim's cock was already growing, and he could feel it slamming against his pussy lips. Just a little more, just a little harder, and it would be inside him.

Legs clenching down just a little tighter, timed with Jim's last thrust, it happened. San cried out as the large knot actually managed to make him feel some pain through the painkillers, but the pain only added to his pleasure. He felt his pussy clamp down in his orgasm, something squirting out. He realized that he was howling in pleasure, his entire body spasming from the power of his orgasm, and the pleasure just kept climbing, as Jim kept up his short, powerful thrusts. Each little thrust brought another little explosion of pleasure between his legs, and kept San in his pleasure high.

Finally, Jim's stamina gave out, and he added his howls of pleasure to the echoes of San's in the room. Seed gushed from the tip of the male's member, splattering around inside of San's pussy. It was almost enough to set the pussy-boi off into another orgasm, but not quite enough. Something in the back of San's mind was grateful for that, even if his body wanted more.

The two golden retrievers remained close to one another, tied together for nearly a half hour. Both gasped in pleasure and exhaustion, panting and holding one another in this moment of closeness. San smiled giddily, and even licked a little at Jim's face. Jim didn't really respond, just laying there with a grin on his face, satisfied.

When Jim's knot finally came down, and he pulled out, San felt something change. The reality of what he'd done no longer obscured with pleasure and heat, he felt quite angry. "You son of a-"

"Ah ah ah, San," Jim said, shaking his head. "Don't be like that. You enjoyed it, even if you didn't want it at first. Now, why don't you try to get a nap? The others are going to want their turn, when I tell them about this, and you're going to have a lot of work ahead of you. I'd hate for you to fall asleep while pleasuring all of us, later," the retriever said, smirking as he walked out of the room.

San shook his head a few times as he was left alone. He'd let Jim take him. Not just take him, but fuck him, hard and fast, almost like a rutting during mating season with feral animals. Why the hell had he done that? Why did he go along with it? The hormones shouldn't have had that much of an effect, and he knew that females could resist their heats if they had to. Why did he give in so easily?

He needed to figure this out. He might be a sex toy now, but he didn't want this for the rest of his life, and that was what was going to happen if he didn't figure this out, and soon. But Jim was right about one thing. He needed to get some sleep. Sex or escape, he would need his energy for both.

~~~

Music was the first thing he was aware of. Loud music, some kind of rock and roll or something like that. It hurt his ears enough to wake him up again. Shaking his head a few times, San slowly opened his eyes.

He wasn't in the hospital anymore, there was no question about that. Nor was he on a hospital bed, though he was still restrained. San looked around the room, trying to find some clues as to what the heck was going on, and where the heck he was.

It was clear where the music was coming from, at least. There was a jukebox only about ten feet to his left, and it was playing at full blast. The rock and roll music hurt his ears, but he couldn't plug them, since he was still tied down. A look to his arms at least let him know what was going on. His arms were tied to a wooden table, and though he couldn't see his legs, he was pretty sure they were tied down as well, considering he couldn't move them.

The music was interrupted by voices, and San turned his head to look around for their source. It didn't take him long to find them.

Tom and the barkeep from that place this whole mess had started in were talking to each other. Arguing, actually, now that he was actually listening to them. And it sounded like he was the subject of the whole discussion.

"What the hell are you doing, tying him up in my tavern?!" the barkeep shouted, his arms flailing and occasionally pointing towards him. "You know what that's going to do to my business? Maybe you kinky freaks want to use him, but that's going to chase away a lot of my business, having him tied there all day."

"I already told you, Vahn, you're going to get paid for it," Tom said. He shook his head a few times, reaching down into his pocket and pulling out a checkbook. "If you'd just wait, I'll-"

"There's not a number you can write that will make me let you put someone out like that!" the wolverine yelled at the top of his lungs. He was about to continue his rant when Tom thrust a check under the predator's nose. The barkeep stared at it for a moment, his eyes going back and forth between San and the check, San and the check.

Finally getting his voice back, the barkeep said, "I'll take this check, look the other way...but I get to have him to myself now and then. Deal?"

"Deal," Tom said, shaking the wolverine's hand. The two of them smiled before the wolverine walked off, going behind a nearby counter. San recognized it, and finally realized that he was back where he'd started, six days ago. Well, six days if he hadn't slept for another strange amount of time.

Tom seemed to finally notice that he was awake, and walked over to him. The horse was grinning widely, and San supposed he couldn't really blame the large equine. If he had someone tied down like this, some pussy that he could play with at will, he would feel pretty proud of himself as well. Still, it didn't help to remind himself that he was that pussy, and that the horse would likely be fucking him in short order.

The horse leaned back on one of the two chairs at this table, his hand falling on San's thigh. "Jim told me that you were quite a ride back in the hospital, you know," Tom said with a little chuckle. "I can't wait to test that for myself. He said it was like riding a bitch in heat, and that you really were into it."

"I don't know what he told you, but I didn't want any of that," San said with a growl. At least he didn't sound like a female. "I never wanted it. It must have been all those chemicals and hormones that you were putting in me. I wouldn't do that again!"

"Hehe, well, we'll see about that, San," Tom said. He shook his head a few times, his hand slowly moving up San's thigh. The canine pulled at his legs, but he could only move them about an inch against their bindings. No matter how much he pulled, it just wasn't enough to get himself free. And the more he struggled, the closer Tom's hand came to his exposed pussy.

"Why don't you just relax, San?" Tom whispered. "All I'm going to do is have a little fun, and then you'll be left alone. Oh, the barkeep might have a little fun with you, but other than that, you'll be left alone until I bring the rest of the guys back here after work."

San didn't know whether to cry or laugh by this point. His body was going to be used as partial payment to the wolverine to keep him here, and his co-workers, rather, former co-workers, were going to be using him to relieve themselves after work. What the hell did he do in life to deserve this?

He gasped as the horse's thick fingers penetrated him, the trimmed nails smooth against his inner walls, and the bit of fur on the horse's hand just coarse enough to add texture. San tightened up almost immediately at the touch, but rather than make it more difficult for the horse to push in further, it only made the fingers feel better inside of him. More than that, it actually made him start...wanting...needing...a cock inside of his pussy.

Looking down at the horse's groin only made it worse. He didn't know how Tom had hidden that monster away all these years, but he could certainly see the bulge that it made now. It was at least seven inches long and soft, and it ran down the horse's left leg, bulging the fabric outwards. The retriever couldn't help staring at the lovely piece of meat.

That thought jarred him out of his trance for a moment. What the hell? He didn't think of cocks as lovely, did he? He wasn't gay! He didn't like this!

Did he?

Those fingers worked deeper and deeper into his pussy, and he could feel them pressing in on something that made him want to howl in pleasure. It...wasn't really gay, was it? After all, that was two guys or two girls, not a guy and...whatever the hell he was now. He could enjoy this without worrying about it, couldn't he? Oh, those fingers felt so goooooood!

Before he realized it, his hips were bucking up against the stimulating feel of the fingers inside of him. He didn't know when it had started, and he sure as hell couldn't stop himself. The movement was instinctual, and whether it was fed by the hormone they'd been pumping him full of or not, it was something that was impossible to deny.

Grinning like a giddy fool, San heard someone moaning. He thought it might be Tom, stroking his cock to the sight of what he was doing, but that wasn't right. It only took him another second to realize what it was.

It was himself. It was his moans of pleasure that were filling the room, pleasure that he was getting from an overly aroused stallion digging his fingers into his pussy. And he didn't care. He really didn't care, if there was this much pleasure with it. If there was this much good, this much pleasure, this much wonderful sensations every time he was used, he might learn to just submit on his own.

The pleasure disappeared, suddenly and without warning. Left on the brink of a fast approaching climax, San spent a few moments panting before leaning up and looking for what stopped the pleasure.

Tom just grinned at him, licking at his fingers. "Oh, is the slut already needing some extra touches?" he asked. "You ready to beg for me to touch you? Finger you? Fuck you?" his former boss asked, smirking the whole time.

And just like that, the thought of submission went away again. San growled in the back of his throat, and bunched up his face as he got ready to spit at the horse.

Just before he could release, though, those fingers dived right back into his snatch. Wide-eyed, he arched his back against the table, moaning again just like before. The thoughts of resistance left his mind, leaving him focused only on the pleasure that was rushing through him.

Tom smiled. "Let's see how long you'll be willing to resist after hours of fingering and orgasms," the horse whispered, his three fingers inside of San's pussy moving in and out rapidly, squelching with each entrance and exit. San was helpless against the sexual attack, and his groans echoed in the small tavern as he let himself enjoy it.

~~~

Spinning; everything was spinning. The walls, the floor, the table, the ceiling; everything around him was spinning. He couldn't make it stop, and he didn't want to make it stop. If it stopped, the burning between his legs would stop, and he didn't want that, didn't want that at all.

His pussy was burning, and only the thrusting fingers inside it soothed it at all. Hips thrusting up against them as much as the ropes binding him would allow, San worked with all his might to get the fingers in deeper, to feel them in the places that Jim's cock had reached when he'd been de-flowered. But there was only so far fingers could go, even the four fingers that were inside him now, and he seemed to have reached that limit.

It didn't stop him from trying. Even with the fingers inside of him, soothing his itch, his heat for sex, he still felt like he was going to catch fire from his need. When had Tom started this? An hour ago? Two? The clock said three, but that wasn't possible, was it? Orgasm after orgasm, non-stop touching for three hours? He should have collapsed. Vaguely he remembered falling back against the table, eyes closed, but that was only for a second, right? Right?

A door opened, and shut, creaking and slamming as it moved. Just enough of a distraction to catch his interest. San lifted himself up, panting for breath, to see who had come in. Maybe they were horny, and would fuck him.

They were familiar, despite the lust haze clouding everything else. Greg, Barry, Jim...he thought that was who they were, but Jim was the only one he was sure about. The rest of them just seemed to be hazy, but he knew they were male. Cocks could be seen, bulges in their pants obvious, and he panted for them. He wanted them, right fucking now!

He struggled on the table, but the ropes still held. Rasping against the table as he struggled, the ropes cut into his shoulders a little bit. It wasn't bad, so he ignored it. He wanted to fuck, and that overruled everything else in his mind.

The ropes didn't even need to be there anymore. He wouldn't run. He wouldn't struggle anymore. He needed to be filled, needed cock in his pussy, or he would go mad. Fingers only did so much, and too long only made him need more. Now, he needed cock. Needed it bad.

Despite his struggles, nobody helped him. Nobody came closer and worked the ropes loose, and nobody pulled out a cock for him to play with. San whimpered and whined, but the only thing he got for that was the removal of the fingers in his pussy. The fires of his heat roared, and he howled, arching his back on the table. His hips thrust at the air, his pussy leaking juices on the table as he needed something in him, anything, anything at all! He craved it, required it, but he couldn't voice his need. He couldn't say it, he was so far gone.

He watched as Tom stood up, walking around the table and gesturing at him. He knew that the horse was bragging about something, could see it in his face, but he couldn't tell what was being said. There were no words that he wanted to hear, nothing about fucking, so he looked around frantically, his eyes taking in everyone around him that might be willing to give him what he needed.

The barkeep! That guy wasn't busy, was he? He was just polishing a glass, watching the other members of the work force. He might want some relief. Licking his lips, San tried to get the wolverine's attention. He whimpered loudly, tossing his head and arching his back in the wolverine's direction, but no matter how much he struggled, there was nothing that would catch the wolverine's attention, at least, not enough to make him come over for sex.

San would have screamed, if he remembered how. With his mind filled with thoughts of sex, rutting, fucking, all he could do was moan. He did, and loudly, his entire body feeling like he was on fire, and his pussy burning hotter than anything.

But no matter how hard he squirmed, no matter how loudly he howled, everyone continued to ignore him. Tom, Jim, Greg, Barry, the barkeep, every single person in the building had their attention elsewhere. Had he become invisible? Was he that unimportant that they could ignore him like this?! Please, please, he begged, just fuck me! He couldn't say it, but he could think it.

"Can I have the first time with him?" San looked up to see who had said that. He hoped that it was Jim. For some reason, he remembered hating the other golden retriever, but for the life of him he couldn't remember why. There was no reason to hate Jim. He was a great lay, and he was a considerate lover. He remembered the feel of Jim's cock, and wanted to feel it again, wanted it in his pussy badly. Moaning softly as the thought only increased his heat and lust, he was forced to hump his hips up into the air again, desperately seeking something to touch him.

"Sure, Barry." San's heart fell for a moment, but at least he'd get a cock in him, so it didn't fall too far. "The little slut is eager for anyone now, so why don't you give the pussy a little bit of satisfaction?"

San managed to open his eyes to see the feline approaching. Unlike the days at work, when he had noticed Barry's face and nothing else, the golden retriever now took in the feline's entire body. He wanted to memorize it, and love it, as much as he could.

Barry had a great body, he realized. White fur with black spots covered his body, long and sleek. It shined softly in the light, making him want to reach out and pet him. Despite being shorter than most of the other salesmen, about five foot five inches, Barry still had an impressive figure, some muscles definitely moving and bulging under the fur.

But that was all window dressing to the canine, as he looked down between the feline's legs.

The shaft of flesh there was only about six inches, but it was a good two inches thick, and it had little spines on it, spines that San was sure would tug and pull on him marvelously. The tip of it in particular was surrounded by a ring of spines, and San's pussy drooled at the thought of having that in him.

Parting his legs as much as his bonds would allow, the golden retriever looked up at the feline. He whimpered softly in need, edging towards the end of the table, hoping that the feline wouldn't waste time.

He didn't.

With all the speed and power of a pouncing predator, the calico leaped on top of him, and slammed his cock home in a single thrust. All six inches slid into him, the thickness spreading his pussy open in a way that the horse's fingers just hadn't been able to do. San threw his head back in a moan that echoed in the room, bringing easily ignored sniggers from the other males. Who cared what they thought, he had cock in him again!

And Barry was really going at him with it. The feline hadn't been content to just thrust in and wait. No, he had immediately started up a fast rhythm, the six inches of hard cock pulling back and slamming in fast and hard, the spines pulling on his internal walls, forcing stimulation on him. Each little tug of the spines pulled a moan from his lips, and each thrust made him gasp for breath.

The feline showed no mercy, not that San was asking for any. San grinned to himself, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he was taken. He wanted to throw his legs around the feline's waist, to pull him in closer so that the cock stayed in his pussy, remained deeper inside for longer, but he couldn't move. The ropes holding him down prevented him from moving more than an inch in any direction, so all he could do was twitch, his needs and instincts denied. Yet, somehow, it excited him further.

Barry never slowed down, thrusting so hard, and so fast, that San was forced to wonder if there was cheetah blood in him somewhere. The feline's claws pressed against his hips, so close to scratching him and slicing him, and the canine wasn't sure that he would mind it if he were cut, so long as this kept going.

With a final thrust that completely sheathed his cock, and slammed his balls against San's rear, the feline came. The hot feeling of cum inside him pulled a howl of pleasure from the retriever's lips, his pussy clamping down in his own orgasm.

The feline stayed on top of him for another minute or two. San could feel each little bit of cum oozing out of the cat, and he treasured the feeling inside of him. Sometimes, he'd feel the feline's cock twitch inside of him, and it spiked a little more pleasure inside of him, making him moan softly at the feeling. If he could have made the feline hard and ready again, he would have, if only to feel those spines inside him moving and pulling on him again.

Instead, Barry pulled out, giving only the gentlest of tugs with the spines mostly soft again. He kinda wished that the feline would have been a little more eager to play, but he would take what he could get.

As the feline pulled back, pulling his pants back on and covering himself up with a blush, Jim walked forward. The golden retriever was just as hard and leaking as he had been in the hospital room, and San couldn't help watching that shaft as it swung from side to side. It was such an arousing sight, and the low hanging, fuzzy balls below were equally eye-catching. Before he knew it, he was licking his lips.

Jim didn't just jump up on him and start humping. Instead, he walked over to the table calmly. He'd already enjoyed the pussy in front of him after all, so why did he need to hurry to re-sample the goods? This time, he could take his time and enjoy it more.

Still, he must have been eager, because San could see the knot inflating at the base of the canine's cock. Several drops of pre had already fallen to the floor, and San's nose sucked up the musk in the air eagerly. It was so very...male...and it aroused him even further.

He was distracted enough by Jim's approach that he didn't notice Tom and Greg until they standing at his head, and their cocks were pressed against his hands. They didn't need to do more than touch him before his fingers wrapped tightly around their members, and he started jerking them off. But they were secondary to him, and he didn't bother watching them. Instead, he watched Jim as he came closer and closer, his pussy burning with need, whimpering as he begged the other golden retriever to sheath that shaft into him.

Yet, he wouldn't get to watch Jim do it. Someone grabbed his head, and tilted it back. Before he could even ask what was happening, another cock was pushed against his lips. As he could only see the balls of the male involved, it was impossible to recognize who did it, but the only other male in the room was the wolverine, so it had to be him. Yes, it had to be: the heavy musk down here almost proved that.

The new cock didn't bother waiting for him to lick at it. Instead, it just used his mouth as a fuck-hole, slamming in and out, the balls bouncing off of his nose and leaving little bits of musk against it. He moaned softly, his hands jerking off the cocks that pressed against them, fingers already slick with pre, as wolverine pre started sliding down his throat. It felt so good to be the center of attention like this, to have all these males so eager to play with him.

But nothing was touching his pussy, and that was driving him crazy!

Where was Jim?! San needed his cock, needed it back, and Jim wasn't giving it to him. His groin was soaked with his juices, and his pussy lips puffy with his need. He would do anything, anything for that cock, now.

Suddenly, there it was. His eyes went wide at the sudden penetration, the familiar feel of Jim's doggy dick inside him. The thickness, the length, the large knot pressing against his pussy lips with that familiar male need; it was everything he remembered, and that one thrust was enough to push him over the edge into another orgasm, howling around the wolverine's dick.

San wasn't sure what happened after that. He could feel the males around him thrusting against him, into his mouth, against the stroking of his hands, and into his pussy; he felt them using his body. Cum splattered against his hands and chest more than once, and he felt several knots in his pussy. Not at the same time, of course, but there were times when he felt Jim's familiar girth, and times when he felt something smaller, something less familiar. It didn't matter, it still made him cum.

When he started recognizing things again, San found himself staring at a different pair of balls. Leathery, larger than the furry ones in his face before...Tom's, probably. The dick in his throat was thick enough to make it seem so. The heavy set of testicles pressed against his nose, making it a little harder to breath, tainting each breath through his nose with the heady smell of male musk and arousal.

Spines poked one of his hands as he dedicated some tongue action to Tom's cock. Barry was over there, then. That meant that...Greg, he thought, was at his other hand. But why did he feel so full between his legs? It was almost like...

Tom came down his throat all of a sudden, and his curiosity was flooded out by the concern of swallowing down the horse's load. There was so much of it that it almost came out of his mouth, but he managed to avoid that. What kind of toy, what kind of slut would he be if he made that little mistake of drooling cum?

As the horse pulled away from his mouth, he was able to lean up enough to look down at his crotch. What he saw surprised him.

He wasn't tied to the table anymore. When he'd been moved, he wasn't sure, but he had been. He wasn't laying on any furniture, but instead was laying on top of the wolverine, with the barkeep's cock in his ass. Jim was hunched over him, and had his cock in his pussy. Well, that explained why he was feeling so full, at least.

Both males were slamming into his holes hard, and now that his mouth was free, he moaned for all that he was worth. He'd never felt this good in his life, not when he was a male and not after. Another orgasm rocked his body, and he arched his back, his head pressing against the soft, fuzzy chest of the wolverine barkeep, his insides tightening over both cocks, squeezing and milking them. His orgasm pulled them into theirs, injecting him with yet more cum. The cocks in his hands exploded with their orgasms as well, cum splattering across his already soaked chest fur.

The various cocks pulled out and away from him, leaving San panting and shaking as he slowly came down from his latest orgasm in a series of who knew how many. He slowly leaned up, and looked down at his pussy. It leaked cum from who knew how many little 'donations' from the various males around him. He could smell cum all over his face, too. They hadn't been shy in covering him with their juices.

Slowly, he slipped off of the wolverine, standing shakily beside the bar. He felt cum running down his legs, and he could feel some of his fur matting from it. It didn't matter. It would wash out, eventually, but for now, he kinda liked the feeling. Warm. Sexy.

He looked at Tom and the others, favoring Jim with a warm grin before speaking. "I...can't believe how good that was," San said with a shake of his head. "Are you going to do that every day?"

"Maybe not the exact same thing, but you can expect a good four or five fucks in each hole each day," Tom answered.

"Good enough for me." San walked along the line of males, giving each one of them a kiss on the cheek, and in the case of Jim, pulling him close and frenching him. For some reason, he just loved the way Jim felt in him more than anyone else, and he wanted to show the big guy that.

When he finally separated for a breath of air, he said, "There's one more person I need to thank."

~~~

The offices looking over the car lot were dark. San wanted it that way. There was one last person to thank, and if he was going to do it on his own, he wanted to do it without anyone else seeing him. He wanted to do something with his body and his new skills his own way, rather than being forced every single time.

He watched the person he'd invited here cross through the car lot, and for a moment, he considered running. Tom wasn't here, and neither were Greg, Jim, or anyone else that might stop him. If he was careful, he could get away from all of his captors. He could get out of state, find a new job, maybe even find some doctor that could change what he had become. He had enough money saved for it. It wasn't impossible.

It was a small part of his mind saying this, something that hadn't spoken since before Jim had de-flowered him. San wondered if that was who he used to be, trying to keep itself alive. It had been getting stronger, now that he didn't have a dick or someone else's fingers in him. Stronger by the hour, actually, and making more and more sense as well.

But really, what was so wrong about staying here and being a sex toy for such good guys?

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

San chuckled to himself as he stood up. His paw brushed along the edge of his chair as he stood up. This was his old office, and it would get one more use out of it before he accepted his new life completely. Thankfully, it had an intercom on it, which he turned on. "Will you come to the second floor of the building, room 203? Thank you," he said. The intercom changed his voice enough that the fur wouldn't recognize it, and he watched as the puzzled but obliging male made his way up the stairs of the building.

There was nothing wrong with doing this sort of thing, most of his mind insisted. He was giving smiles and happiness and pleasure to all the co-workers that had such miserable lives. If it wasn't for him, they would be going about their lives without so much as a grin. With him, they had satisfied cocks, grins on their faces, and they would be better at their jobs.

Yes, the growing part of his mind said. But they forced you to sacrifice your cock, forced you into this. You wouldn't have chosen this, if you hadn't been hooked up to those drugs and made so horny. You can still get away. You can still change this.

San held his head, rubbing at it as the internal argument started giving him a headache. "I don't want to get away from this. I want this...don't I?" he asked...himself, he guessed.

Mostly, he did. But the voice - it was him, back when he was still a regular male, not a pussy boi - kept arguing with him, saying that it wasn't what he really wanted, that it was the chemicals in him talking. He had to get away while he still could, had to.

A quiet knock on his office door silenced the argument, or, well, muted it at least. His attention was drawn away from it, and he didn't have to think about it all that much. San looked at himself in the slight reflection in the glass window, making sure everything was alright. Pussy still wet? Check. Fur all in place? Check. Cum cleaned up from earlier? Check. Everything was good. The clothes he'd worn here were folded up and put away in a drawer. Nudity was better anyway, he thought. "Come in," he said.

There was a pause on the other side of the door, probably the fur finally recognizing his voice. For a moment, San wondered if his invited guest would just leave, but eventually the doorknob turned, and the fur on the other side stepped through.

The kangaroo doctor that had put him through all of this stepped into the room, and the motion-sensor in the door turned on the lights for the room. With the lights on, San could see the kangaroo a little more clearly now, and he took the moments while the doctor was blinking and adjusting to the light to ogle him a little bit.

He was tall, taller than Tom. For a doctor, he obviously took good care of himself in the gym, because that t-shirt didn't do much to hide the muscles in his chest and arms. San was convinced that if the shirt was soaked, he'd see quite a sexy set of abs, too. The lean cords of muscles continued in the legs, exposed as they were by the short shorts that the 'roo decided to wear. They were so tight that he could even see the outline of the doctor's package, sheath firm and balls swollen with seed. The sight only served to make his pussy all the wetter, his juices running down his legs.

It only took him a second or two to take it all in, and that was all the time he gave the good doctor to get used to the light. Strutting across the room, and feeling like a stripper on a stage as he did it, San made his way to the kangaroo. "Mmm, hello, doctor...remember me?"

"You?! I thought they said-that is to say, I-" The doctor was quite tongue tied, and started to turn to the door. San stopped him, grabbing the kangaroo by the balls. Oh, he was gentle, but he held firm enough to keep the doctor from running. The kangaroo turned around again, staring at the grip at his balls. "Please, don't!"

"Don't what, doctor?" San asked. He used his free hand to gently pull down the front of the kangaroo's shorts, exposing the sheath and balls. The pink tip of the kangaroo's member was poking out, and the canine licked his lips. "Mmmm, such a delectable looking cock," he whispered. He slowly leaned down, kissing the tip. "Tell me, doctor. What don't you want me to do?"

Since the doctor seemed too tongue tied to talk, San took things into his own hands. Or mouth. Whatever the phrase was, he pulled the good doctor's sheath and cock tip into his mouth. After so much practice in the tavern, he could take the whole thing without even trying, gulping and swallowing around the sheath, pulling more and more of that swelling piece of flesh into his mouth, and licking every bit that decided to come out and play.

Every moan from the doctor above told him that he was doing a good job, and he grinned softly as he felt the first splash of pre against the back of his throat. Mmmm, yes, delicious, he thought to himself. Delicious, delicious, delicious! And better yet, the more he sucked, the more pre slipped into his throat, the quieter that pesky voice telling him that this was all wrong became. Maybe that was the secret: sex made that thing go away. If that was the case, this kangaroo was going to get quite a ride tonight.

San realized that he was slowly getting pushed back by the kangaroo's cock, and opened his eyes. What he saw made him stare in wonder.

This doctor wasn't just fit: he was packing! Pulling off the cock tip, San mentally measured the equipment the doctor had between his legs. That slick shaft was a good eleven inches, maybe even a full twelve! That thing had to be hard to hide in his pants, that's for sure! Giggling with glee, the canine slowly stood up, cupping his doctor's balls in his hands. "Mmmm, doctor, I think I need you," he said with a grin.

That seemed to finally get the kangaroo's attention, the indecision and fear that had been on his face earlier disappearing and replaced by eager lust. The doctor looked around a bit before settling on the desk. "And I need you. Come on!" he hissed, pulling San along and then shoving him down on the table. The kangaroo's strong legs easily spread the canine's, exposing San's pussy. It was shining and wet in the light, and the doctor moaned at the sight of it.

San had no problem with the rough treatment, and even spread his legs further. "Come on, doctor...gimme that cock!"

The kangaroo eagerly complied, his powerful legs and hips slamming his cock in fast and hard, almost shoving San right off of the desk. Both of them moaned, loudly. San couldn't believe just how deep that cock had gone! Further than Tom, even, and that horse was long. Oh, he was going to be coming back to this doctor for regular 'treatments', that was for sure!

San didn't even have to tell the doctor to keep going. The kangaroo was already pulling back and eagerly setting a fast, almost blistering pace, a strong grip on San's hips all that kept him from falling off of the desk from the force of each thrust. The long, slick piece of kangaroo meat was hitting all of his sweet spots, and he couldn't stop himself from panting, from moaning, and even from howling.

"Yeah, that's it, you little slut," the doctor grunted between thrusts. "Take it! You wanted it, so take it! Oh yeah, such a good slut..." So fast, so hard: San could feel the kangaroo's balls slapping against him, bumping him, almost as hot as the cock inside him.

There was enough pre splashing out from the kangaroo's cock that it made each thrust very loud, squelching with all the fluids sliding around in the canine's pussy. San loved it. It meant that the doctor was loving it as much as he was.

As he adjusted to the force and speed of his physician's thrusting, San slowly managed to start thrusting back, bucking his hips to meet each forceful slam of the kangaroo's hips. The pleasure immediately tripled, and he threw his head back in a loud howl. His pussy clamped down on the cock inside him as he slid into his orgasm again, squirting his juices against the kangaroo's crotch.

Clamping down so tightly seemed to set off the kangaroo's orgasm. Even though there was no knot, like with Jim, the doctor's member still swelled up a little bit with the pulses of cum shooting out. Oh well, there had to be some downside after playing with that much length, he supposed. He was glad that it wasn't much of a downside, particularly considering just how much cum that near-footlong cock was pumping into his pussy. Each hot splash extended his orgasm by a little bit more, making him cum for as long as the kangaroo shot.

San held the doctor close as he collapsed onto his chest, petting the kangaroo's head a few times as they stayed close. That...had been amazing. Better still, that little voice in his head was quiet. There was no more arguments that this life wasn't the best one that he could have. He was at peace again.

Slowly, the doctor pulled his head up, and slid out. "I'd...like you to come into the office two days a week, San, just for a good check-up," the doctor said. His dick twitched lightly at the mention of the check-up, so San was pretty sure that he was meaning something a little more naughty, and he nodded with a grin.

"I'll be there...Mondays and Fridays work for you?" he asked. The doctor nodded, and walked out of the room. San watched him walk away, turning out the lights before sitting down in his chair again. He'd start his job as the toy for this company tomorrow: he was looking forward to it, and he would go at his job with gusto and happiness. He'd never regret it, he was sure.

But...just for tonight...he would stay here, and remember what it was like to be a real male, since he would never have the chance to be one again.