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Rehabilitated by the Governor

For Slade_Grazer

By Draconicon

Memories of a wall of blue and black came back with consciousness, and Slade groaned as he blinked himself back to the world of the waking. Soft grays welcomed him back, and he twisted his head one way and then the other, trying to shake off the last bit of sleep.

"Ugh...mmmph..."

Well, he obviously wasn't where he remembered being before he fell unconscious. There'd been something -

The Golden Dolphin.

Right, right. He'd been trying to steal it. Emphasis, unfortunately, was on trying. He'd barely made it to the museum before he started making mistakes, starting with making the governor laugh at him when he talked to her and move on to the other guests, and then becoming nothing more than a pest to the police chief. He knew what he needed to commit the heist, but he had no idea of how to get them.

The last thing that he remembered was...

"Mmmph..."

Slade thumped his head back, half-expecting a pillow to cushion the blow. Instead, the white-tailed deer rammed his head right back against a steel table. He groaned under his breath at the blow, whimpering slightly.

"Yeah, I wouldn't do that again. Pillows are a little out of the state budget this year," a familiar voice said.

Slade turned toward it, and was both surprised and embarrassed to find himself staring at the governor herself. Diane Foxington sat with one leg over the other, a file folder open over her lap and her glasses pulled down to the tip of her muzzle. Her tail stuck through a hole in her chair, and she didn't even seem to be paying attention to him outside of the noise he'd just made.

What the heck...

Turning back to his current situation, he realized that he was bound to the table. His arms were outstretched and his legs were spread, and he was covered by a white sheet that ran from his neck past his hooves. He couldn't tell what had happened to him, but he knew that he was bound by leather straps along his waist, wrists, shoulders, ankles, and neck. There was no getting himself out of this one. Hell, he imagined that the Bad Guys themselves wouldn't have been able to just slip out of that.

As he squirmed against the restraints, the memory of his failures came back all the clearer. He'd pestered the police chief so much that she actually threw him across the room, and he had landed with a thump and a thud. He just barely remembered some of the other fake cards he'd stolen popping out of his pockets and exposing him before falling unconscious, a wall of cops all around him.

Well, that explained why he'd been arrested. Not just as a public nuisance, but as a thief that didn't even know what he was doing.

He almost slammed his head back against the table again, but stopped himself before he could do it. He shook his head instead, his antlers bumping against the solid steel behind him.

"Good. We can learn. Better than some of the jerks out there these days," Diane muttered.

"Where are we?"

"Oh, a special place I had built. Had to find something to do with the surplus so the state legislature didn't vote it into some other special project of theirs."

She sounded both rueful and amused at the same time, and he didn't know what to think about that. He wasn't used to ladies that were so...relaxed about everything. He knew that she was a fox and had gained the governorship with some seriously smart maneuvering, but the way she talked just sounded so...confident. It was kind of a turn-on.

He blushed as she finally looked up at him, closing the folder. She leaned back, eyes half-shut and her lips turned up in a small smile. It was a drastic shift from the charming, always-smiling woman in a pink dress he'd seen at the award show. This vixen, this version of the governor, was all business.

"Let's see. Mr. Slade, is that right?"

"...Yes."

"Hmm. This is your first arrest, as far as I can see."

"Um...pretty much, yeah."

"I'm not counting your speeding tickets and the warning around the pot shop, little guy. You can forget about those."

"Um...thanks."

"Heh. I don't count things that don't go to court." She tapped her finger against the folder. "But there's something that really surprised me here."

"...What's that, ma'am?"

"This is your first time in trouble with the law. Now, I know that nothing's perfect out there, but don't you think that you should have worked up to something like this, hmm?"

"Uh, well, I - I got a little desperate."

"Uh-huh."

"It's harder out there than you think."

"Oh, I know just how hard it is out there. Trust me. A fox knows."

He bit his lips, getting that ever so slightly prickly feeling that any prey species knew to listen to when they got it. A predator that made you feel that warning sensation was on the verge of making you pay for whatever you were doing wrong, and it was best not to give them a reason to go further. He zipped his lips, looking back at the ceiling.

Seeing himself, it was hard to believe that he was in this situation. He was hardly more than five-foot-nine, not the most intimidating of deer - some of them actually got to nearly seven feet with their antlers - and he didn't have the physique of some of the more accomplished members of his species. Despite the black hair and some decent good looks, he wasn't even someone that could claim to be a hot buck compared to the more rakish members of his species.

He just looked average, at best, and that average-ness had been part of the reason he'd been stupid enough to attempt this in the first place. If he could have pulled that off, he'd get noticed, and considering he wasn't getting seen by anyone when he did normal things, or tried to do bigger, better things the legal way...

Ugh. It had been a stupid decision. A second-rate thief going for a world-class prize. What had he expected to happen?

Diane stood up from her chair, walking around the table. His eyes flicked back to her, and it was hard not to stare. She walked with such precision with every step, her tail flicking back and forth, her hand cupping her chin as she circled him. The way that she stared at him, the way that her eyes flicked up and down his body, made him all the more self-conscious.

"You know, I'm used to criminals coming through that check all the boxes. Stereotypes, ugh. Big bad guys and little bad ladies, all as predictable as they get. It gets annoying. But I have to say, this is the first time someone like you came through."

"Like me?"

"Prey."

"Oh."

"Heh, don't worry," she said, leaning over him with a laugh and a smile. "I'm not the sort of governor that looks at you like that. You're more than your species. Even if you are a little bit, heh, on the edible side."

"..."

"I'm kidding."

He swallowed hard as she patted his cheek and went back to stalking around him. These days, it was rare for a predator to really flaunt anything with the species difference, and he had honestly forgotten what it felt like to have someone so far over him pushing it like this. But, here he was, strapped down and helpless as a vixen told him what the situation was...and he couldn't deny that there was some part of him that was almost getting off on the experience. He could feel the blood rushing between his legs already, and he begged his cock to stay down, to not get hard, to not embarrass him any more than he had already embarrassed himself.

"Now, let's talk about the consequences of your actions, hmm?" Diane said, tapping her cheek. "Trying to steal the Golden Dolphin? You're looking at some serious consequences for that, kid."

"It was a mistake. I promise, I'm never -"

"Heh, oh, don't start the mistake speech. Oh, I made a mistake. Oh, I was being stupid. Oh, I'll never do it again," she said, waving her hands around in mocking imitation of every criminal that had ever gone through the courts with the same excuse. "Trust me. I get it. I do. There's always that moment when you realize that you've bitten off more than you can chew and you want to take it back.

"But here's the thing. Even if you take it back, you still did something wrong, and you still have to make up for it."

"...I'm sorry."

"I know you are. But the point still stands."

"Ugh..."

Slade leaned his head back again, clenching his hands into fists. So, there was going to be prison time? Or was this some sort of weird deal that she was offering him? The vixen walked around the table once more, finally coming to a stop at the head of it. She leaned forward, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts almost obscuring her face. If they'd been any bigger, they might have.

"Option number one. I let the chief come in and read you your rights, and you sit in prison for a few weeks until you get a court date. You go before a judge, and maybe, if they're a liiiiiittle sympathetic, you go to jail for a couple of years and get let out in two for good behavior. That's what most people get, and frankly, that'll be a good deal for you. I think we can both agree to that."

Slade could. A couple of years was a whole lot less than some of the other punishments that he could name. Lucky Jim had gone to jail for nearly three decades for his public display of trying to steal the Dolphin. He could have gone away for at least a third of that if he hadn't be so stupid.

"Option number two. You take my offer of special rehab, and we see how you do when you have someone helping you back on the right side of things."

"...Special rehab?"

"Heh." She rubbed his shoulders through the blankets, leaning her head back. "Leeet's just say that I had my eyes opened to how people can change. They just need a little helping hand."

"What kind of -"

"Mr. Slade. It's not an offer that comes with a Q&A. Either you want the rehab, which will take a few months, or you take the prison route. Rehab, or prison?"

He blushed as she smiled at him, the light shining off the eyebrow piercing that everyone had been so fixated on when she'd first joined the race for governor. He'd always thought that it looked rather pretty on her, but from down below, it made her look slightly menacing. Or maybe that was the fact that he could see her fangs as well as he could, now.

Either way, he gulped and nodded.

"I'll take the rehab option."

"That's what I was hoping for."

With a speed that actually shocked him, she ripped the sheet off his body, revealing that he'd been stripped while he was unconscious. His cock, slowly rising the whole time, was suddenly revealed, pointing up a bit and twitching as he was revealed.

"Ah...ah..."

"Heh, not as much as I'm used to seeing. Already a little more, ehhhh?"

The vixen's groan and handwave took a moment to penetrate his mind, but when he got what she was saying, his cheeks lit up like signal fires. He blushed worse than he remembered blushing for years.

"N-no, not...not like that."

"Ah, still into women, then?"

"I - that's - I didn't want to go to prison for...Well..."

"Heh. Well, I'm sorry to tell you that rehab will still involve that, but it won't be as bad."

"...What?"

"We'll get to that in a minute. For now. Let me explain."

It was a hell of an 'explanation' as she rested her hand over his hips, running a finger right down to his dick. As soon as her fingers touched the base of his shaft, his cock jumped to full size, throbbing as hard as it ever had, and he blushed worse as he realized just how small it looked compared to her. Oh, it was average, he knew that, he had measured it, he had assured himself of that a hundred times over, but that didn't mean shit when it was being touched by someone as pretty and powerful as she was.

He tried to squirm back, but the table and the restraints meant that there was no way for him to get out of reach. She had him right where she wanted him, and she flicked his cock from side to side with an indulgent smile.

"Boop, boop, boop. So, is that all?"

"It's...it's as..."

"Hard as it's going to get, hmm? Well, that works. It's enough to fill my hand, at least, and that's all that it needs to be."

"M-nnngh!"

He gasped as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, sitting on the table as she lazily stroked him. Her fingers were soft and fuzzy, and so much more delicate than his own digits. He tried not to think too much about how long it had been since someone touched him like that, and it was hard. Very, very hard, much like his dick.

"Now, let me explain how the rehab is going to go. I'm going to keep you here for the next month. At least. If you show enough improvement at the end, that's when you get to leave. But, heh, if you don't show enough progress, wellll, I don't think you'll be leaving. I want to make sure that we don't get any more budding Bad Guys on the street, right?"

"R-right, Ms. Foxington."

"Good, good. We're on the same page."

She was so gentle in how she stroked him, so light and subtle compared to his own frantic strokes. Usually, he would have been right on the edge already from his own rough thrusts and strokes, but she was holding him back, making him take his time. He didn't know how to handle that, and he was panting, oozing, dripping down his own dick.

"Nngh...ah...ah..."

"Ah-ah-ah. Careful there. We want to practice some self-control, now. That's one of the big lessons of my personal rehabilitation program."

"Mmmph...This...this isn't..."

"Heh. You can object all you like, but we both know that you don't want the alternative, do you? That's prison. And they're not very nice in there, are they?"

"Nnngh...no..."

"Now, just relax. But not too much. I want you to stay right on the edge while you're listening to me."

And that was going to be hard - difficult, very difficult. Her strokes were slow but firm, teasingly pulling at all the need that he had down there. His balls felt like they were already pulling up, right on the verge of blowing his load, and it took all his concentration to not slip into various fantasies of what he could do with her if he had his arms free. His cock throbbed, twitching, and he clenched his hands tight to keep his load in his balls, tensing up all over his body.

"Heh, so you can hold back. Okay, okay. I like that."

"Mmmph..."

"Now, I want you to listen carefully. Can you do that? Hmm?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm..."

"Good."

Her fingers loosened slightly, but it was enough to take the main pleasure from the stroking fingers to the soft slime that coated them. He gasped as she stroked the back of her knuckles up and down the underside of his dick, smearing him with his own juices. She leaned on her other fist, chuckling to herself as she shook her head.

"Priceless, really. You boys..." She laughed. "Mm. Anyway, let's get to the point of this, shall we?"

"Mmmph...please..."

"My rehabilitation program is to teach you a few things. First, self-control. Every good guy needs to know how to control themselves, to know how to wait for things. You will get them, eventually, but you can't just take it from someone else. That's a 'bad guy' thing. Understand?"

"Mmmph...yes..."

"What's that?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Very good."

She flicked his cock, and he hissed as he felt it spray his stomach with pre-cum for a moment. The strokes started again, slow but firm.

"Second, you are going to learn how to do as you're told. With the right person, you'll always get recognition as long as you get things done the right way. Getting them done the wrong way might get the job done, but it doesn't mean that you're going to be liked for it. And you're all about being liked, aren't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"You wanted to get all those eyes on you by stealing the Dolphin. That's why you went after it, right?"

"Mmmph...y-yeah..."

"I thought so. Some of us go for it for the prize, some of us for the glory, some of us for the attention. You definitely seem like the attention type."

Whatever that meant, he didn't know. He was so flustered, so struck by the need that was coursing through him at that moment that it was all but impossible to focus on anything else. Every time that she stroked to his base, he wanted to thrust up against her hand, only for the bindings to pin him down. He couldn't - he wanted - he needed so much more than he was getting, but even then he was sure that he would come and break the rules if he actually stopped holding back. And that might get him in trouble.

"Third...you need to learn how to handle it when life decides to fuck you over."

"Mmph?"

"That's going to be the lesson we're going to focus on now."

Finally, she let go, and he gasped for breath, his balls aching as the stimulation came to an abrupt halt. He wanted to squeeze his legs together and whimper. He wanted to cum his brains out. He wanted to roll into a ball at the sudden blue-balled feeling, but the restraints stopped him. Diane walked out of sight, humming to herself, and he huffed and puffed, staring at himself in the ceiling.

He was a mess, a sweaty mess. His chest looked like it was oiled up, and his stomach and crotch looked wet with his own juices.

What kind of rehab is this?

Was this just some sort of abuse of power, or was Diane actually going somewhere with this? He certainly didn't want to go breaking the law again right now, but at the same time, he didn't know what he was supposed to get from this. He was -

"Ah, there we are."

He whipped his head around, and his jaw just about hit the table. The vixen had pulled on a strap-on, one that fit right over her suit and gave her a cock slightly bigger than his own. He was sputtering and stuttering as she undid the restraints for his legs, lifting them up as she got on the table with him.

"Don't get any ideas, okay? This is part of the treatment, but I can still punish you properly if you get any smart ideas."

"...I...I understand, ma'am."

She rested the strap-on between his cheeks, just under his tail, and his legs were pushed up against his chest. She reached around the table, gathering a vial of some sort of lube, and delicately poured it over his hole and over the toy. The rest of it went over his shaft, and she grabbed it with her free hand. He gasped as the slick fluid made it feel all the more sensitive, and his pucker clenched as she pushed forward.

"Don't fight it. Trust me, it gets a lot worse if you try and push it back out."

"It's big."

"Life fucks you hard. I'm not going to take it easy on you when it won't."

"Mmmph..."

"Just relax. It gets easier if you expect it."

She stroked him slowly, teasing him until he was more focused on his cock again. He started to lose focus, and then, just as he was starting to hunch his hips and clench up again -

POP!

In it went, and he gasped as Diane slowly worked it deeper, taking her time to really work that long shaft into him. It felt like it was harder than it should be, stiffer than a finger or a real cock would have been. The further in it went, the more that it felt like it was slowly pushing the air right out of his lungs, and he gasped for breath as it slowly settled in his guts.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"That's it. Just relax. Life loves it when you wriggle, but personally, I don't like giving it the satisfaction. Just make sure that you don't cum until I say, right?"

Slade nodded, barely aware of what he was doing as she started rocking her hips. The sight of her smiling face, the gentle tease in her smile, was hardly a comfort as she worked her strap-on in and out of his ass. It was the first time that something had ever gone up his ass rather than out of it, and the sensation was so new that he didn't know what to do with it. Every time that she bottomed out inside of him, he felt a tingle going through his cock, and every time that she pulled back, a moan popped out of his mouth that he didn't expect.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

She chuckled, holding him down effortlessly with each thrust of her hips. She hadn't even bothered to undress. That wasn't fair. She was just -

Another thrust, another feeling of being stretched open and left to just take it. His prostate was getting hit again and again, and the thickness of the toy meant that it was impossible to not notice it. He moaned out loud, his head leaning back as far as it could, and he ground his antlers against the metal surface of the table. So intense, so hard, so good.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Each time that it slipped along his prostate, he swore that his cock throbbed and spat more pre against his stomach, and it was somehow made all the worse by the fact that she was stroking him the whole time. He huffed and puffed, his eyes wide, his body tensing up and his orgasm so fucking close.

In, the slick dick tube making it all the way down to his depths, her clothed hips pressed right against him. She hovered over him, her face shading the ceiling and the lights around him, the flicker of them off her piercing making her look all the more in-charge.

Out, the strap-on feeling like it was dragging his insides out in the best of ways, the friction against his hole, the pressure on his prostate making his cock bounce and his breath catch in his throat.

"That's it. It's so much easier to take the hard stuff when you're expecting it, right?"

"Mmmph..."

"A bad guy would be getting fucked over all the harder, wouldn't he? But you don't want to be a bad guy, do you?"

"Nngh. No...no, I don't."

"You want to be good."

"I want to be good."

"You want to be good."

"I want to be good!"

Each thrust made him want it all the more, if not to be good, then to at least be allowed to cum and cum hard. He was all but crying with need at that point, his cock throbbing harder than he ever remembered it being, his balls so full that they felt like they could fill a cup at this point. He panted for breath, his teeth gritting together, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as she worked him right up to a fever pitch.

And yet, even there, she still didn't stop.

It just kept going. Each thrust bottomed out inside of his ass, each grind against his prostate made his cock jump, and she kept holding him right at that peak. He could barely breathe, his eyes were rolled all the way back in his head, and every muscle in his body was tensed up trying to keep from blowing his load just as she'd asked. Diane leaned over him, her nose almost pressing against his.

"That's it. That's where I want you. Right at that peak, waiting to be told what to do. That's so much better than worrying about whether you've got it right, isn't it? Just waiting for someone that has it all figured out to let you know when it's the right time to do something."

"Ah...mmmph...ah...ah..."

"Hehehe, I love it when boys like you get all flustered. You're so cute."

If he had been completely coherent, he might have been even more embarrassed about that, or even tried to challenge it. As it was, all he could do was nod, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he drooled on himself. He was so close, right on the edge as she pegged him again and again, her hips driving that thick cock in and out of his ass. In, out, in, out, each time bottoming out so deep inside of him.

Her fingers shifted positions, moving so that her thumb was right under the head of his shaft, rubbing into that sensitive spot. He gasped, his breath coming short and fast, his eyes as wide as they could go as she shifted her thrusts up. Each one came at a different angle, rubbing right over that perfect spot. His cock ached, his balls drew up, and she chuckled.

"Are you ready?"

He couldn't even speak. No words, nothing. Nothing at all. He wanted to - needed to - but couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Mmm, fox got your tongue?"

"Nnngh!"

"Do you want permission?"

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

In, out, in, out, soft and slimy and wet and - fuck so hard against his prostate. His legs twitched, his eyes rolled back in his skull as he felt what little self-control he had fading away, sucked out of his body by the raw need that was burning him up from the inside out. If he didn't cum soon, the deer didn't know if he'd be able to recover. He had to. He needed -

She pressed in some strange spot, jamming the dildo right against his prostate and rubbing firmly under the head of his cock at the same time. His breath caught in his throat as she whispered that magic word.

"Release."

It was enough. He came, and he came hard, shooting his load all over his chest and stomach. White streaks of heat blasted from his dick and soaked into his fur, and his ass clenched hard around the dildo jammed into his guts. He wheezed around it as he was stroked through his orgasm, pushed right to the point of painful hyper-sensitivity without actually going past it. Everything enhanced his orgasm, his pleasure, right up to the point of it coming to an end and his cock going from spraying to oozing against his crotch.

Diane chuckled, slowly pulling out and undoing the straps that held the rubber shaft to her crotch. She stepped out of it, tossing it to the ground and putting her hands on her hips.

"Looks like I still got it."

"Ah...ah..."

"Heh, maybe a little too much," she said, covering her smile for a moment before hopping down. "You're good?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Heh, gotta love that afterglow."

Slade was in an afterglow, alright. He usually had a few minutes of flying high on the post-orgasm endorphins, but this was something else. Maybe it was the prostate stuff, maybe it was the domination, but whatever it was, he was flying on it, and loving it.

"Heh, well, that'll be enough for today, I think. Let's just, uh, make you comfortable."

As she dragged his legs back into place and re-attached the restraints, some part of him wondered if he should fight back against that, but he decided against it. Why should he? This was more fun, and...and...

And he needed to be...

A good boy...

The deer leaned his head back as much as the table would allow as his hooves were once-more restrained, the feeling of his cum drying against his crotch and soaking into his fur not as bad as he expected. Diane walked around to pat him on the cheek, turning his head up to face her.

"You going to be okay?"

"Mm-hmm."

"And that's a real okay, right? Not just prisoner-to-warden okay?"

"Uh-huh."

"Heh, good." She patted his head. "I'll be back later, and we'll have another session tomorrow. Remember, your first chance to get out is in a month, so make sure that I see some progress."

She tossed the sheet over him again, helping to dry off some of his cum as well as giving him back a hint of his dignity before turning to leave. As the vixen left him alone once more, Slade was left with little to think about, but so much to anticipate.

Was this going to be his life for the next month?

How was he supposed to show progress under that?

Was she going to make him take bigger toys?

How many times would he have to cum, and how much would he have to hold back?

There were so many questions, and so few answers, but the more that he imagined his future sessions, the more that his cock started rising beneath the blanket again. He lifted his head just enough to see it twitching beneath the sheet, and he grumbled. It didn't matter that he had just cum his brains out; all he wanted to do was touch it again, to jerk off and enjoy the fantasy of what had just happened.

He supposed that was the reason for the restraints. He had to learn how to control himself, and until he could, he'd be kept bound up. Slade took another deep breath and did his best to ignore the throbbing between his legs. For as long as he was here, he'd be a -

Good boy.

And just like that, he throbbed again.

"Nnngh...fuck...fuck...fuck..."

This was going to be a long month.

The End

Summary: Slade, a deer in The Bad Guys universe, ends up botching a Golden Dolphin job, and gets offered some rehab by the governor.

Tags: M/F, Femdom, Teasing, Vixen, Deer, Bondage, Handjob, Edging, Pegging, Cocky, Diane Foxington, Rule 34, The Bad Guys, Orgasm, Cum, Suit,