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People were passing by without notice as the fox surrendered to his addiction. Sitting right at one of the center benches in the middle of the city's busiest park he shoved his paw into the pocket of his sweatshirt and eagerly began to rub away at a growing bulge. It was mid-afternoon on a sunny day and anyone walking by could glance over and immediately tell what was going on but that only enticed him more. He'd become addicted to pawing so much so that he needed new thrills and had been exploring public acts for some time now. Really getting into things he unbuttoned his pants and worked his way under the sweatshirt that barely hid everything, indulging his self at a faster pace. People passing by began walking faster or avoided him at all cost with a few stealing glances. The fox began to moan out loud to really draw some attention, unfortunately for him he would find the wrong audience not long after.

A firm paw grabbed his shoulder from behind just as he was finishing, startling him. He let out a weird mix of a moan and a cry as he climaxed onto his belly and the figure behind him ripped his arm up, forcing him to stand. The timid fox turned around to see an officer, a red and white dragon nearly twice his size in muscle and height.

"Enjoying the park?" the dragon growled.

His icy demeanor sent shivers down the fox's spine. It was the first time he'd actually been caught after all those risks. Globs of warm cum were sliding down his lower belly which was exposed at this point, forcing the fox's cheeks to turn dark red. With evidence running down his body, the fox immediately tried turning away to hide it but he had been lifted clear up off the ground.

"L-let me go I didn't do anything!" the fox protested.

The fox was fitted with a pair of tight handcuffs. His underwear had fallen to his knees, shirt not long enough to hide the shame running down his crotch. Suddenly everything he'd been doing washed over him as a huge mistake and he cursed himself. A small crowd had gathered near the entrance of the park to see what was happening.

"You're in a lot of trouble you little pervert," the dragon warned.

The fox gulped, now forced to walk along the pathway. There was no hiding himself from the crowd as they walked directly towards it with only a few benches and shrubs that did nothing to hide his lower half. He wanted to just die right there. Each step was crooked and clumsy trying to keep his legs squeezed together but the dragon picked up his strides, forcing the fox to do the same.

"At least let me pull my pants up! Oh god oh god this can't be happening..." The fox panicked.

Some of the crowd dispersed once they saw him walking towards while others watched and quietly giggled to each other. A few people whistled cat calls and took pictures. They walked past the entrance, through the small crowd and to a black car sitting at the edge of the parking lot. The fox was shoved into the back seat and the door slammed behind him. His mind began to race thinking about going to jail and if he would be in the news. It was true that he enjoyed the thrill of the public eye but never wanted to actually be caught in the spotlight like this.

"You're not taking me to jail are you?" The fox gulped.

"No," the dragon said calmly, starting the car.

They drove out of the parking lot and turned onto the highway. With the police station and town in the opposite direction the fox began to wonder where the officer was taking him. He hoisted himself up to the passenger's side and leaned forward to cover up. Who was this dragon anyways? He didn't wear a normal cop uniform; he wore a black uniform with a badge pinned on and cargo pants, no weapons or police sirens. There was a brief sense of relief at first but now it was stomped out by caution.

"So where are you taking me then?" The fox blurted out.

They sped down the interstate and the dragon constantly stole glances in his mirror without responding to the question. Although the silence felt awkward neither spoke a single word the rest of the trip. An hour went by before they pulled into a parking lot. It was on the outskirts of the city, a series of warehouses lining the coast of the ocean. Immediately after the car was shut off the dragon reached down to grab a cloth. When the fox turned from the window to him he took the opportunity and lunged at the fox forcing the cloth over his muzzle. He tried to thrash and fend off the dragon but his paws were cuffed and the dragon easily overpowered any attempt.

"Not much of a struggle, maybe the cuffs were overkill..." The dragon said to himself as the fox faded.

The world around the fox fell into darkness, now out cold. It would be hours later that he would finally wake up in a dimly lit room with concrete walls and a large metal door. He was sitting up against something that didn't quite feel like a chair, it felt like a vent was right over his neck. There was a brushing, almost nuzzling feeling that ran up and down the back of it.

"Finally awake?" The familiar voice of dragon rang in his ears.

His eyes shot wide open. It scared him into trying to spring forward but he fell flat on his muzzle. Each of his limbs, his entire body except tail, sheath and head were stuffed into a latex suit. With his arms folded behind his back and legs locked in place he could do nothing but wobble on the floor. That was no fun though, so the dragon lifted him back up into place between his spread legs and hugged him tight. Having the smooth latex rub up against his scales felt so tantalizing that having some fun couldn't wait until later.

"Delicious..." the dragon hissed, tongue snaking up the latex neck and up to the fox's cheek.

Every touch felt as if the fox were being massaged by a thousand tiny paws wherever contact was made. Those feelings extended as the dragon wrapped his powerful legs around his candid latex fox and explored every bit of him. This went on for a good half hour all while the fox was completely hard once more, too embarrassed to do anything but moan under his breath.

"I've been watching you for a while now foxy. You really like to paw don't you? I don't think you could go more than a few hours without it." The dragon teased. "So pathetic, so unworthy of the pleasures you take for granted."

"And just who the hell are you?" The fox finally spoke, growling.

From his upright position the fox was grabbed by the back of his head and pushed into the mattress, tail-end up and bucked by powerful thighs. "I'm your Master. And that addiction of yours is mine to control."

The dragon's free paw squeezed the fox's cock, bucking his hips once more into those perfectly shaped cheeks. With further protest from the timid fox the dragon grinned. He was going to slowly break this one and watch the inevitable collapse of will. The dragon tied him up to the bed so he was spread out on his back and open to play with. A vibrating plug was stuffed into the fox's ass and along with a ring around his cock. Though seemingly an ordinary cock ring, it had a very special property: it reads the wearer's body and is able to prevent orgasm no matter the stimulation.

Everything was in place and the fun began. Both toys vibrated at a low oscillation while the dragon played with his nipples. He pinched, rubbed, kissed, and even licked the latex body leading a great deal of enjoyment for both of them. Something was missing for the dragon though, a cuter side to his new toy.

"Meow for me, meow like a happy little kitten." The dragon demanded.

"I-I'm not a cat dammit, argh..." The fox groaned.

In response the dragon wrapped his long tongue around the bound fox's shaft and gave the tip a nice warm kiss. He wiggled the ring which stayed securely in place but sent waves of pleasurable tendrils that had the fox moaning so much he was gasping for air. Broken up, high-pitched meows swilled the air, seeming like a beautiful melody to the dragon. Satisfied with the new found obedience, the dragon let the ring settle and went back to just his tongue---which was still more than enough to keep the little guy on edge.

"F-fuck I'm gonna cum..." the fox cried, beginning to sweat.

Feelings of tension began to build, the all too familiar signs of him reaching the edge grew dangerously close. Once more the warm muzzle on his cock engulfed every inch and that was all he could handle. Trying to buck his hips the fox felt it rush up but suddenly something happened. The cock ring lit up with a bright pink glow and suddenly there was a tightening at the end of his urethra. His cock stopped throbbing, no cum was released, and all pleasure instantly died down. Thanks to the dragon's devious ring the fox was soft again with no satisfaction of an orgasm, still as horny as ever.

"You don't get an orgasm silly. You've already shown you don't deserve that." The dragon explained.

"Why didn't I-?" The fox was stopped short when his ring was wiggled by his captor once more.

Just after being teased into a false orgasm the fox was completely hard again and writhing in pleasure. There was an even more elaborate turn than just that ring however. The dragon brought out a paint bucket and stuck his paw in, pulling out a glob of some strange blue gelatin-looking substance. The odd substance stuck like glue onto the latex as the dragon smeared it everywhere, seeming to just slide right off his own scales with no problem. It absorbed partly into the latex leaving a blue coating around the affected areas. Once its properties took effect the fox felt his entire body tingling, millions of tiny tendrils running around the surface of his body, amplified by the latex.

"If you ever want a break you better start meowing like a good kitty."

Over the next few hours the dragon continued to bring the fox to the edge over and over again with no chance of a true release. The tendrils coursed his body while the dragon swapped out the plug for a thick knotted canine dildo and continued hungrily sucking on the subdued fox's cock with a claw teasing the ring.

"Miaow, MEOWWW!" The fox could do nothing but sound off the feline cries to try and make it stop.

They were higher pitched than his normal voice, elongated, frustration dripping off of each meow. He couldn't think anymore, couldn't find any other words but the simple cat calls. Then, finally, the dragon stopped.

"That's a good kitty, you're finally starting to learn," the dragon said and scratched under the fox's chin. "Purr for your Master."

The fox grimaced at the words, "Your Master", but quickly lost the expression out of fear. Aside from subtle humming of the toy stuffed into his tail hole most of the other torment had subsided, the gel seemed to wear off after the duration of a few hours and he didn't want any of it coming back. Still, he didn't want to purr or be a damned cat, so he remained as he was. That wasn't going to be acceptable to the dragon however, so he started moving his paw back towards the cock ring as a threat. Once the fox caught on he meowed quickly and looked directly at the dragon hoping to avoid the punishment.

"What's that kitty? Are you ready to purr now?" He asked with a devious grin.

The fox nodded his head and the dragon gave him one more chance. He had no idea how to purr but couldn't stand the thought of going through another hour of that torture. When the dragon scratched under his chin a second time he did his best to make his throat rattle and imitate the sound. It was a bit harsh of a sound but the dragon knew he could groom it to perfection in little time.

"Say it. Tell me you're Master's cute little kitten," the dragon demanded.

"Why are you doing this?! Let me go dammit!" The fox shouted.

All of this was too much, the fox was unable to contain himself any longer. That bastard had no right to treat him like this. Expecting the dragon to return right to torturing him he braced himself and clenched his teeth. Instead, the dragon got up and walked over to a large black dresser, returning to the fox's vision with a dark gray latex mask. It was the same color as the rest of the suit and in the shape of a cat's muzzle.

"Filthy habits and a filthy mouth, seems like we'll to jump right into the next step of reforming you into a proper feline. Foxes are such mongrels."

Insistent on "fixing" the fox, the dragon fitted him with the feline mask. It was skin tight just like the suit and now gave him the appearance of a gray shiny cat. Once on it melded itself to a perfect fit and wrapped inside his maw, around his teeth and gave him a rough textured tongue just like a feline. When the fox attempted to speak again something very strange happened. The only sound that came out was a very feminine, upbeat meow. He tried again: another meow.

"How adorable," the dragon played with the pseudo-feline's ears. "It's time for bed though."

The fox was untied from the bed and brought to a cat cushion bed at its side. It was velvet inside and shaped like a heart, black padding around the sides. The latex responded to the dragon's actions and both of the fox's paws were pulled together, legs too; they were then connected with a binding to force the fox to curl up in a ball the way a normal cat would sleep. Now that his new kitty was in position the dragon squeezed the flat part of the ring and it was activated once more.

Left with a whirring toy vibrating against his prostate and a ring sending immense pulses of bliss through his cock the psuedo-feline was left to sleep---not that it would be very easy. He meowed and meowed as the dragon was lying in bed until finally he was gagged so the dragon could rest in peace. Bound, silent, and left to swim in ecstasy the fox had felt his will begin to fragment. Eventually the stimulation seemed to slow and his eyes grew heavy from exhaustion, finally passing out.

Once morning came around the dragon yawned and opened the black curtains. With the morning light shining in he could see his adorable sleeping kitty all curled up in his bed, it gave him a gleeful smile. Today was going to be a crash course in feline etiquette. After stretching out and preparing for the morning ahead, the dragon rang a little silver bell over his new pet. Upon waking the fox hoped dearly everything had all been a dream and he was back in his own bed. But then he saw the dragon captor and a bowl of milk at his feet. The nightmare was real.

"Good morning, my precious little pet. I've got some nice warm milk for you," the dragon beamed.

His bindings had been re-arranged while he was passed out, a dual chain linking his now free arms and legs that gave him enough freedom to move but not enough to walk upright---he'd have to walk on all fours as a simple house cat would. Getting up onto all fours, the fox groaned from the large dildo still stuffed in his hole and rested his muzzle once more over the edge of the bed. Perhaps the dragon had an obsession with hearts, because just as his bed, the bowl was decorated in them along its black exterior. Had it not been for the fact that he was incredibly thirsty the fox may have protested, whether it suited his best interests or not.

The fox brought his muzzle over the dish and began to lazily lap at milk, with a bit of reluctance simply because he never really favored the stuff himself. His ears were scratched by the kneeling dragon as a reward and the latex reacted with a very positive sensation, a skin deep sense of happiness and accomplishment. The mask detected these feelings and began to make the fox purr automatically. Even the milk started to taste good, really good in fact. After quickly finishing up his milk the fox was given a belly rub which stirred up even more purring, now adored by the dragon.

In his head the fox detested every moment of it, feeling ashamed of showing even the slightest gratitude towards this monster but he couldn't help it. Physically he loved every moment of it. The appearance wasn't quite enough yet for the dragon though. He grabbed a red bell collar and wrapped it around his kitty's neck, flicking it with a claw anxiously to hear it jingle. Everything was coming together so well---what a perfect pet he'd brought home.

To continue the conditioning the dragon walked over to a loveseat under the window and sat down, putting his feet up on a rest. "Come nuzzle my foot paws, rub up against them and treat them to that nice rough tongue of yours. They've got a nice scent of catnip about them," he chuckled.

The fox was revolted by the idea and attempted to walk in the opposite direction. One paw forward the wrong way and he felt a painful shock surge through his neck, the ring started to spasm out of control on his cock and he fell to the floor in a great mix of pain and pleasure. While the pain was more than bearable, the ring showed it was even more devious than he thought. It brought him to the point of orgasm within 15 seconds only to prevent it, make him soft for another 15 seconds, and repeat the process. Such a punishment system implemented by the dragon made the previous night seem like a walk in the park. Uncontrollable meows swept the fox as he struggled to turn around, crawling on his belly towards the dragon until he finally stopped the ring with a remote control in his paw.

"Just a little taste of what that ring can really do...should you continue to be such a disobedient pet," the dragon smirked.

Unable to fight any longer the fox crawled over to the dragon's paws, panting and seeing stars. He trembled at first as he brushed up against them, soon calming with the suit's rewarding feeling. As he nuzzled and purred, the creeping ideals led him to enjoy acting as a cat regardless of the anger inside. Thanks in part to the catnip it became fun to brush up against those soft pads and feel the latex against his skin, to lick them clean with that delicious taste and smell while listening to the dragon praise him, pet him. The smell of catnip enticed him to push his nose against the soles and just inhale over and over again before licking it away again. Sleek latex and the wonderfully textured tongue massaging his feet had the dragon growling in pleasure and demanding more until his paws were shining clean.

The entire morning was spent teaching the fox how to be a proper feline pet while the afternoon was spent teaching him to be a proper slut. By mid-afternoon he didn't know what to think anymore---he couldn't think anymore. After a second punishment his body began to give way to every command without hesitation. For his own good, the fox began to think himself as what he was portrayed.

"I've got some more milk for you kitty," the dragon grunted as he fed his length into the latex muzzle.

The fox-turned feline had been dipped into a small bath of the blue gelatin-like substance that coated him the previous night. He was lowered down with pulleys, his legs opened with a spreader bar and paws together like mittens, every waking moment being massaged by millions of little particles. Over head the dragon had been making good use of his pet's body.

"You shouldn't even have that pathetic cock should you," the dragon grunted with another thrust into the latex muzzle, "your only real sense of pleasure will be the honor of being my sex toy."

It was the first time the dragon had actually interacted himself with the fox sexually over the time of his captivity. Being dipped in the pool of constant stimuli left the fox thoughtless on the matter, just making moan after haunted moan---which translated into purring by the latex mask---while the dragon's thick cock plunged into his muzzle over and over. If there was any possible thought he could gather up it was the desire for more milk, promised by the dragon so he began to do what any normal cat would for it. He began to beg. Obsessive meows heralded his thirst, accented by the intoxicating purring that had the dragon losing it already.

"Yes kitty...you'll get your milk soon..." the dragon grunted.

Nearing the edge the dragon slowed his throat-pressing thrusts into a calm, almost mechanized movement. He became just as interested in playing with the shiny gray feline's ears, squeezing his nipples, and letting his musky orbs rest on the feline's nose. Such a strong scent flared the pseudo-feline's nostrils with every whiff and his long whiskers crinkled.

Pre began to gush out and the starving kitten got his first taste of a new treat that would soon be his only sustenance. Thick globs slid across his rough tongue, up to the point of the dragon's cock being pushed against the entrance of his throat and held there while the vibrations from his purring teased the extra sensitive tip. This was repeated several times, giving the kitty toy just enough air not to pass out before the dragon had to relax again. At this rate he was going to cum far too early, and his pet didn't deserve that reward just yet.

Meow after meow the pseudo-feline couldn't bear the thought of not getting his milk. The dragon could see it in his expression, eyes so pitiful, body and mind overwhelmed by stimuli and determination to unknowingly serve. Again he was resituated, taken out of the pool with the goo still dripping off every inch of his body and set in his cat bed. Both his legs were hoisted up, his back arched and with the help of a ring gag the feline found himself with his cock dangling directly over his opened muzzle. *Jingle...jingle...* the dragon played with the bell collar like a child with a new toy.

Soon his attention turned to that devious ring on the pseudo-feline's cock. He pressed the small flat area and it gave off flashes of pink a few times before he let it go. Once the ring had been set the dragon watched eagerly as the pseudo-feline grew erect and started to squirm, whimpering over the gag in his muzzle. Within a few minutes the feline was dripping pre of his own. In a slow, agonizing process pre began to string out from his tip and fall to his tongue. The taste was a bit sour, not nearly as potent or satisfying as the dragon's seed but it was milk nonetheless.

"Drink up my little pet, fresh milk," the dragon said.

His tone was almost innocent, like he'd had no conscious issue with what he'd done to the fox inside that latex shell. That shell held a tormented fox who was slowly being brainwashed into becoming a feline, and that was only the beginning. Thanks to the suit he began believing it himself, even the small recollection of sanity he now had being out of the goo was in question. Was a he a fox or a feline? Why did he enjoy these things he knew were detestable?

Now that his pet was in an open position he pulled out the thick toy that had stretched the feline out for this lingering moment. Without any notice to the dazed pet of his, the dragon popped the tip of his cock inside the tight ring that presented itself to him. Even after all this time of being stuffed with toys and plugs the latex feline was still so delectably tight---such a good boy in the eyes of the dragon. There was no gentleness as half of the dragon's massive cock forced itself into the tight walls of his pet. Meows rang from the feline like a siren, bell collar jingling with each thrust. It had been too long since the dragon had been treated to this much fun, gratuitously drawing out each second of it with slow, deep thrusts, smacking his hips hard to rock the feline's body forward each time he met it.

Forced to watch as his own cock dangled above him, the pseudo-feline was slowly fed samples of his own "milk". Burning from the dragon's thick spear ramming his insides was quelled by the suit's forced purring and assurance he was being an exceptionally good kitty. It felt good to be praised. There was a small voice of resistance inside that gray latex shell but it was forcibly shut down at every turn, only to whisper hopes of defiance every now and then. A confused yet completely obedient latex toy was all he was at this point. That dangling cock of his was now pressed up against the ring keeping his muzzle open. With the help of the dragon it was forced inside and leaked onto the thirsty feline's tongue.

Constant thrusting against his prostate, his own warm saliva taunting him, the feline just kept being pushed further and further into submission. His captor-turned-Master wanted more no matter how much he'd broken the fox already. He could break him more. That obsessive pervert would make better uses of his time and the dragon saw this as a noble act. Why should a fox with so much pent up desire be left to wallow when he could be trained into a proper feline sex toy?

"I think you've earned the real thing," the dragon grunted, giving the latex butt a firm smack.

The dragon pulled his pet back and let the restraints hold him in place. His powerful paw wrapped itself under the latex feline's muzzle, other gripping his throbbing cock dripping in pre. The fragile muzzle held in his paws meowed mindlessly, begging for the milk it had been promised. Such a cherishing moment, the dragon had a devilish smile watching the feline for a few moments---so willing to obey now unlike the reluctant fox who'd been brought here. Refusing such a good boy his treat now would be monstrous, so he let the eager kitty lick his tip a few times, beg just a little longer, and then he painted the gray muzzle white in seed. For the last few spurts he stuffed himself inside the open gag and filled his pet's throat twice. He gulped it down like he'd been dying in the desert from dehydration

Day after day of rigorous training went by. Mornings weren't so bad for the former fox, being taught how to act like a cat and change his normal perceptions. Thanks to the mask his only means of communication became purring and meowing; normal language became distorted as he soon began to struggle with constructing complex sentences in his thoughts. Much of his mornings were spent cuddling up in his Master's lap, playing with yarn, drinking milk, and just looking cute while doing other simple things. Massaging and cleaning his Master's body as it was covered in catnip was the most enjoyable event in the mornings for both of them.

Nights consisted of being trained to endure the dragon's constant stimulating tortures. A plethora of toys, gags, and restraints engaged the fox-turned-feline at every turn, keeping him in complete submission. There wasn't a single movement allowed that wasn't instructed by his Master. As the nights rolled on he would be fucked mercilessly until the dragon could no longer offer him milk; then there would be a short wait period and it started all over again. By the end of the night the feline's grey muzzle and tail-hole would look almost white. Even with coarse meows and a body rattled from abuse the feline would still look so adorably cute and happy, purring away as he lay forcibly cuddled up in his cum stained bed. There was never a point that he was allowed to orgasm himself, no matter how horny he was or how much the dragon had; he was forced to withstand it all and be a good boy, wreaking of strong dragon musk. Just before bed and early in the morning he was always given a bowl of warm regular milk, that and the dragon's cum were now his only diet.

Training had been going exceptionally well; the dragon would always praise the pseudo-feline as the perfect feline slave-to-be by scratching under his chin and rubbing his belly. Taught dually by the suit, that praise and knowing he'd been making his owner happy began to take over those desires of pawing. Urges never left him for a moment, but these new feelings grew to compete with it. Common tasks began to mold the pseudo-feline too. He began to walk lightly on his paws like a cat, flick his tail when he was frustrated---the mask wouldn't allow him to hiss---and sprawl out to be petted whenever around his Master. Any concept of being a fox became foreign. Not only did his inner-working begin to change, but his outward appearance as well. The grey latex began to change color to a white and creamy orange, his muzzle began to shrink and take a more anatomically accurate shape of a cat's, and his eyes began to change shape. Within the ring's grasp his cock began to shrink in size, now a little over and inch shorter than normal. It wouldn't have been noticed had the dragon not subtly pointed it out but now it crept through his thoughts every time he was allowed to get hard.

"That prick of yours must finally be learning it's no longer useful..."

Once the feline's new fur began to grow in and he was fully accustomed to his new body and lifestyle the dragon began letting him roam around the house a bit more freely. There still bindings that forced him to walk on all fours, unable to open doors, but they were looser and was given the freedom of going where he pleased unless called. Inner monologues still went on in his head with enough concentration and now that the dragon had given him a bit of free reign he grew rebellious thoughts once more. A particularly opportunistic morning came about when the dragon left for a few hours without tying him down. The ring had been set to vibrate all morning and his shrinking cock was begging for release.

With his Master out of the picture momentarily he began to relapse into his old habits and desperately wanted to paw. He didn't want to lose his cock, didn't want to be the feline that he was transforming into. This was the last shred of sanity he was holding onto and it surged up like the last charge of a cavalry---maybe if he broke the ring's power over him and came he could reverse some of the damage that had been done and gather a clear mind. Initial efforts were fruitless, pawing his self and rubbing against anything he could find wouldn't bring him over the edge. He meowed out of frustration and swiped the furniture he'd been humping with one of his short new claws.

Why had all of this happened to him? He buried his head in his paws and drooled from the unending desire that had been building in him for so long. Constantly made to serve and refused everything...he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't even scream out of frustration because all that sounded out was a cute feminine meow. Attempting to pull off the ring was a major mistake, accidentally setting it to a new setting. Strong pulses began to surge up his cock and he knew right away what he'd done. Every 5 minutes he was forced to reach the point of orgasm only to be let down and have it all happen again. An hour went by and he'd torn up the furniture, ran into things, and shattered glass around the home trying to make the ring stop. Soon after that the dragon came in the door and saw him rolling around the floor meowing mindlessly, eyes glazed over with the ring pulsing. The feline rushed him, diving to his paws and begging for help barely able to control his shaking.

"You've been a bad kitty," the dragon sighed taking a once over of the home, "very bad." He picked his pet up by the scruff, "You want the ring to stop huh?" He asked.

"Meow! Meoww!!" The feline cried, flailing in his paw.

"Well...too bad," the dragon growled.

Restraints around the feline's paws were tightened, a pair of darkly shaded goggles were put over the latex muzzle. The dragon brought him over to a room that had been locked up to this point. Inside, the walls were white and there was nothing but a large cylinder container of the strange blue goo. A large canine dildo was knotted into the pseudo-feline's tail-hole and bell collar replaced by a heavy metal one with a blinking LED on the side. The metal collar had wires coming from the side that attached to both the ring on his cock and the dildo stuffed in his tail-hole.

"I wasn't going to bother using this but considering your actions I think it's necessary. There are two triggers to this collar. If you have thoughts of being anything other than a feline or if you feel the desire to paw the ring will vibrate and pulse. That nice big toy in your ass however will always vibrate and pulse unless you meow---so if you want a break at any point, you better start meowing and purring like a good little kitty," the dragon explained, "we need to break that pesky will of yours." He scratched under his pet's chin.

Above the cylinder tank was a series of bindings and pulleys. With the ladder to the side of the tank the dragon brought him up and began to hook him into the system. The pseudo-feline was set upright with arms pulled behind his back, legs bent at the knee but still spread out. Now that all the preparations had been made the glass opening to the tank slid open electronically and the feline was slowly lowered down into the deep blue abyss by the lever near the door. The dragon watched as his pet sunk in---a little sad he'd be without his kitty for a few days.

Slowly dipped into the tank, the goo started engulfing the pseudo-feline's body in stimulation, inch by inch. There was no way to break the bindings and nothing he could do but take deep breaths and try not to panic as it reached up to his legs, then belly, then neck. Soon the world turned into nothing but a blue haze around him and the latex enhanced every tiny particle of the substance swirling around him. The ring began to vibrate as he began to panic and so did the knotted toy in his tail-hole. Thick goo surrounding his entire body kept him in place and stimulated him head to toe as the microscopic beads rushed around his entire body in tendrils. It would be several minutes before he could calm himself enough to quell the ring's seduction. His biggest fear was passed when he realized he wouldn't drown, there were air pockets within the goo that filtered into the mask and he was capable of meowing too.

For three days he lived in the tank without a moment's rest from some type of stimulant torture. Every thought had been trained to filter out that wasn't about being a cat or serving his owner. Language dismantled itself completely from his mind as he continued to meow and purr, and think about meowing and purring day in and day out. Any hope of returning to his former self disappeared completely now; the fox was no longer a fox. The former fox was now a feline brainwashed to only to be as such and keep his owner happy. Remnants of what he used to be were used against him and he learned to despise it, to repress and refuse it. He was a cat now and that's how he wanted it.

It was the end of the 3rd day and the dragon was ready to reunite with his pet once more. Inside the feline heard a whirring sound and the pulleys began to pull him up from the tank. Emerging as if he'd just broken from a cocoon, the feline had taken an elegant transformation that had the dragon absolutely thrilled. Hanging up in a series of pulleys was now a white and orange cream feline, soft fur coating his entire body---two orange hearts: one on his side and one shaping his butt. His muzzle completely remolded itself into that of a feline even sporting real whiskers and a soft pink nose. Perked up ears, piercing yellow feline eyes, and soft pink-padded paws made him quite the looker. Some of his features and body shape had taken a more feminine, slender turn as well.

"Is that really you, kitty?" The dragon asked gleefully.

"Meow. Miaoww," his pet responded.

"You've turned out better than I expected," the dragon said walking up to him.

Everything had been changed, right down to the curves of his ears and the beloved texture of the feline tongue was now real instead of simulated. Most of the goo had dripped off from the feline once emerged and the dragon brought him down from the pulley system. One of the rings---the one around the feline's cock---had fallen off and was dangling with the connecting wire. The contraption was taken off and they walked into an open room just out of the hallway, the feline now proudly walking lightly on all fours without the need for bindings. He scratched lightly under the feline's chin and continued down along his belly. Slowly it crept down to where the feline's crotch used to be and ran his paw along the fur, watching as the feline realized nothing was there.

"I'm so happy the pesky cock of yours is gone now kitty," he snickered. "You're cured from that nasty addiction. And don't worry; you'll enjoy yourself plenty whenever I used that tail-hole of yours."

"Meoww!" the feline responded happily.

They went over to a black couch under a bay window as the sunlight poured in. The dragon sat down and patted the couch cushion. His pet jumped up in his lap and sprawled out to be petted more and purr. Pawing was now a former addiction, something that never passed the feline's mind along with the rest of his former self. His cock disappearing from existence didn't bother him in the slightest. All he wanted to do was lie in the warm sun in his owner's lap and lazily let the day go by. The dragon felt the harmonious purring against his bare sheath and he knew it wouldn't be a lazy day for his kitty for too long.