Resequence
This story is obviously meant for adults and should not be viewed by anyone underage according to laws of the area that you live in.
Although it seemed harmless enough, he took another swig at the bottle in front of him. His inability to softly put down the bottle did little to hide his intoxication, oh he was angry, and he knew it. Words like "ignorant", "naive" and "asshole" passed by his lips as he slowly waved back and forth in his seat, the bottle nearly empty before he knew it. Getting up was an ordeal in itself, the sudden realization of how much he drank shocked him as he fell back into the tattered couch. Looking around his barren apartment for witnesses, and finding none seemed to satisfy himself as he lurched up and stood on his own two feet.
"Food."
Yes, food was always a good distraction, Distraction from destitution, from stress... from loneliness. Not that it had been that long however, he just broke up with his boyfriend less than a week ago. Mental images of his boyfriend flashed over his eyes again, the most predominant of his boyfriend grinning, it always meant something interesting and fun was going on. He shook his head to clear it, lost his balance and knocked over his lamp which luckily didn't shatter thanks to the dustbowl shade on it. Obviously getting distracted again. Finally managing to walk straight he made a mental list of things to do: Brush his teeth and get some warmer clothes on, but after missing his mouth twice with the toothbrush he decided it would be better if that waited. Grabbing a sweatshirt from a pile on the floor he slowly managed his way to the apartment door, grabbed the key from a nail in the wall and pulled the warm fabric over his head and down his thick core.
A grunt made it's way into the open as the impact of the cold air nearly bowled him over, it was dark already and the relentless wind didn't help much either. His ears flattened against the warm length of his hair as he walked down the street, avoiding contact with the few other occupants of the sidewalk. A few blocks down the road was a nice coffee store, and he knew the owners personally... he might be able to get some free food, and maybe an ear to talk to for a while. After a few steps though he started to feel uneasy, and started to stumble to the right... nearly crashing into some garbage bins. With a little bit of grace he managed to bypass them and land squarely where the sidewalk met a gift shop wall. His head was spinning, his vision blurring. Barely managing to sit himself up with his back to the wall he noticed someone coming towards him, wearing a grey trench coat.
"Daniel, where have you been? I've been worried sick, come on... lets get you home" came from the approaching figure. It was a sweet voice, female... it sounded caring, truthful and honest. He opened his mouth to reply, but his voice faded by the end "My name isn't Daniel..."
A light.
It kept his eyes closed for precious moments while they adjusted and he slowly came into consciousness. Something felt wrong immediately, he felt cold... his arms hurt, probably because he slept with them above his head. He tried to curl up, muscles tender... but something stopped them. His wrists had something around them, something thick. His eyes jolted open, reprimanded by the spotlight beaming down on him. Squirming only further made him aware of the situation, his legs were bound apart from each other, and he was on a table or platform of sorts, naked. Questions compounded in his head, why was he naked? Why was he on a table to begin with? How did he end up here? Where is 'here' ? He almost went into a state of panic before he was able to settle down, and try to piece together the situation. Unable to lift his head very high he examined what parts of the room he could see. A drop ceiling, in good condition.. concrete walls, a black curtain, closed.. a halo of light escaping the upper corners where he could crank his neck.. a metal door frame.
"Hey!" he yelped. "Hey, someone out there?". Pause. There was a click, followed by the sight of the door opening. The sudden realization that he was completely naked decided to sink in there, the inner parts of his ears turning bright red as he tried in vain to curl up and hide himself.
"Don't bother, you're not going anywhere yet." Came an approaching, familiarly sweet voice.. his memory igniting as he saw the outlines of this woman loom over him, a silhouette at best unfortunately.. detail completely lost. Her rounded ears suggested several things to him, her bulky composure... a bear maybe? Her cheeks lifted, maybe she was grinning down at him.
"What the hell?! I'm not Daniel, I don't even know who he is, ju---" he tried explaining.
"-Shut up- Josh!" she interjected. "... or should I call you Michel? Yeah, I know about you. Just keep quiet, I don't want to have to sedate you again." That seemed to satisfy the woman, eerily silence lingering in the air until the door opened again, unfamiliar footsteps getting louder.
"Ah, Sheran you always seem to pick the pretty ones." Came a lower, masculine voice.
"I've told you not to say my name twice now, and besides.. I thought that was part of the criteria doc." Sheran snapped back. "His name is Michel, Border Collie, twenty six.. one hundred and sixty pounds, good physical condition, no health probl- are you even writing these things down?"
'Doc' lectured "Yes, yes... I have his file right here. And you're absolutely sure this is what we want as a subject?"
"Subject?" Michel questioned.. only momentarily before a flash of pain rose up his muzzle.
"I said -shut up-." Sheran boomed, rubbing the back of her hand.. satisfied with the whimper that came from the collie. "And yeah Doc, lets just get this over with quickly." Sheran moved out of his sight, dragging a blunt nail down his chest and stomach.. making Michel shiver, mostly out of fear. The door opened and the sound of a cart being dragged in filled the cavernous room. Michel tried to prop his head up a bit more, barely catching a glimpse of Sherans face.. she seemed alert, with a creepy smile on her face once more disappearing into the horizon of his vision. Snap. "like a glove?" Michel thought, suddenly feeling pressure on his thigh, nothing gentle either.
"H-hey what're you doing? You sick fuck, let me out of here!" Michel protested the handling, panic welling to the top, threatening to spill over as he started thrashing on the table... the bonds around his ankles and wrists tightening up as he pulled harder, feeling the veins in his paws bulge from the pressure... teeth bared, he yanked his head up. What he saw in front of him was a leopard, in a lab-coat.. graying fur covering most of his face, hair thinning down on top. Sure enough there was a cart beside him, unfortunately for him there was a lip on it tall enough to obstruct his view on most of the things on it, a few small bottles and a couple large handles sticking up the top. This was real panic, and he screamed. It didn't take long for Sheran to hold down his head, the "Doc" biting at the end of a needle, pulling off it's protective sheathe before slipping it headfirst into Michel's neck with eerie grace. The effects were almost immediate as Michel's head went limp, and he calmed down.. his breathing went to a slower rate and his entire body splayed out again on the cold surface.
"Well, now that he's taken care of for now we should probably continue.." Doc commented, Michel barely listening in as his head swam in a lake of emotions and drug induced feelings. The pressure on his thigh came back, but instead of flinching Michel sighed, the touch changed it's connotation entirely as his boyfriend came into mind again. A second hand cupped his scrotum, lightly squeezing at the generously sized pair causing Michel to groan and shift. Sheran made a lewd comment at the Doc, something about this part of the procedure being unnecessary but to Michel, it was coming from the handsome grinning face of his boyfriend, bantering sexy compliments that he oh-so-enjoyed receiving. The paw stroked up his thigh a while before rubbing over his sheathe, it's contents already swelling slightly.
Michel pushed against his boyfriends hands, his quickly thickening shaft spilling out of his sheathe as his delusional mind engineered a realistic scenario between him and his sexy former lover. He felt latex on his shaft, pressure centered on the base of it.. and he bucked. "Almost ready.." the Doc said in a completely monotone voice, mentally noting the size of the collies penis with a slight touch of envy. Finally satisfied with the firmness under his paw, the leopard let go of the collies balls, and fetched something from the tray. A tube this time, with a similar sheathe on the end which he ripped off with his teeth and spat on the floor. There was an applicator on the end, and it stuck out almost an inch...squeezing the end of it a glob of clear gel emerged from the tip, which he slowly swirled at the end of the collies engorged penis. "This should make things easier this time..." Doc mused.
"f-fuck.." was all that emerged from Michel's muzzle, shuddering as his brain refigured the scene. "no, d-don't stop.." he started mumbling, his breathing becoming slower and more powerful. A small smirk crept over the leopards face as he slowly swirled the end to the very end of his test subjects penis before slowly pressing it in. Michel groaned, his stomach clenched and his eyes rolled back.. the feeling was unbelievable. His eyes twitched as it met a bit of hesitation just half an inch down, but without a lot of hesitation either, the leopard hilted it in and promptly squeezed the gel contents down his urethra, massaging the underside firmly down as far as he could before removing the tube. After a couple moments the effects wore in, and Michel could feel his urethra warming up. The uncomfortable feeling where the applicator was quickly vanished and this slowly swelling feeling replaced any awkward feelings he had. He liked it, the bottom of his shaft felt heavy and his libido raged with new fervor. Whatever his "boyfriend" was doing, he wanted more.
The Doc pulled off a second tool from his table, Sheran staring at the entire scene with a quiet grin. Again Michel felt something at the end of his penis, this time much thinner. He sighed quietly as it was slowly fed down his shaft, almost tickling areas that he's never felt before in his life. He pushed up against it, a large gob of pre-cum spurting up and sliding down his rock-hard shaft, over the docs fingers. The leopard kept pushing inch after inch of the material down, the collie moaned.. the girth of it getting bigger as it slowly rubbed down his shaft, starting to cause the underside to bulge. Michel shuddered, there was no pain oddly.. but he could feel something deep down within being touched, and the leopard started to feel some resistance. Doubling his efforts the leopard kept the flexible tool sliding down, the end almost as thick as a sharpie before Michal started squirming. Both the leopard and the collie knew what just happened at the same time, although for very different reasons. While 'Doc' saw Michel's left testicle push down suddenly, Michel felt a flaring sensation engulf his crotch like he had been kicked.
"The patient is ready for the first dose Sheran, tighten the restraints... and put this in his mouth." A clicking sound echoed in the room and Michel felt his right leg being pulled tighter to the corner of the platform, and then the same thing happened to his right. The light above his head was cut off as she pulled something above his head, pulled his nose up and before Michel could say anything of any consequence something was shoved into his mouth... bitter, stringy, Rope? While his drug-clouded mind was trying to sort out the new situation he felt his arms become tighter, the already-sore muscles quivering. Michel could hear a small 'piff' sound, like an airtight bottles seal being broken... and then a slow dreadful wait while unknown to the collie, the leopard carefully measured out a set dose of serum. The syringe met up with the end of the flexible material embedded deep inside the collie, and the doc slowly pressed against the end.
Pain.
It was like getting your testicle crushed in a pair of clamps, except the pressure came from the inside. Michel bit deep into the rope, howling between the frayed threads.. thrashing uselessly. His brain refused to comprehend what was happening, a liquid hot burning sensation almost instantly filled his left testicle but spread. His stomach clenched, and he almost vomited.. the heat quickly traveling up his spine, crackling with electricity as his nerves spread the feeling over his entire body. The syringe slowly forced the liquid down the long tube, emptying it's contents into his slowly ballooning testicle and just when Michel thought that his testicle, part of the few things that defined his manhood couldn't take it anymore.. the syringe hilted. Michel whimpered, tears rolling down his face as his chest heaved, the pain going from a piercing to a dull constant ache. The leopard slowly rubbed over the tortured organ, feeling it's tripled heft in his paw with a small nod.
"Excellent, the DNA restructuring shouldn't take longer than a week. Now for the other one.." the leopard explained, slowly tugging on the flexible tube. Michel felt his testicle being pulled up against him, yelping as the tube popped out and the weight caused it to easily stretch his scrotum enough to hit the platform. He panted, his body dripping in cold sweat and fear. His mind couldn't understand what was happening, but he knew something was wrong. Getting the tube into his right testicle proved to be more of a challenge, now that his penis had gone completely flaccid. The leopard gave up on the concept of giving him another erection after a few minutes attempting to revive the collies libido and just kept pulling and pushing the tube in until he saw the smaller twin organ getting nudged around. The collie gritted his teeth against the rope in his mouth, half prepared for what was to come as the 'Doc' filled the syringe again and started pressing down on the end. Michel shrieked this time, opposite of what he thought it actually hurt more the second time.. the rope fell from his muzzle, shaking violently with his eyes closed he started to cry, whimper and apologize..
"I...I'm sorry.." he gasped.. "please don't go, I didn't mean to say that.." Sheran was already halfway around the table to pick up the rope when Michel blurted "I love you Jason, I love you..", bursting into sobs as the world grew intolerable, and his body started compensating the only way it knew how to at the time. Things started to go darker despite the looming beacon above him, numbness wafting over his body. The doctor started to yell, the conversation getting cut off mid-way..
"Sheran, you fool. You got me a homosexual?! The experiment's a complete and utter failu--"
-Maybe I'll write more, depends on the feedback I get. :3