The Proper Treatment
"Alien invasion was a quiet and subtle thing. Once we finally did realize that we were being manipulated - physically and mentally - it was already too late. Because when the aliens took control of a person, they gave him everything he ever wanted - and asked only that he indulge his baser desires in return. Our descendants may become slaves, or part of an even grander scheme - but at least they'll know their parents had a hell of a time making them."
This is a little one-off thing that I wrote so it would get out of my head and make it quit bothering me while I tried to do other things that take actual planning and forethought. It's fun, short, and almost completely plotless - and the result of less than a day of effort, but somehow still managed to span almost 9 pages.shrug
I didn't edit this terribly well, so it's not going to flow as well as some of the other things I've done at the moment, but I'll go back and edit it later - or if anyone finds glaring flaws that my tired little brain can't process right now.
Either way, have fun!
[/] You silly people, adding tags (( kinda wish it would tell me when you do that )). I popped off a few that were a little too out there. 'Torture' and 'Abuse' this is not. It might be 'abuse of power' but that's fair game - covered in Mind Control. 'Dark'? Okay, a little. 'Abduction'? Well, not really - but thematically similar, so I'll leave it. I don't even remember what the other one was, but it made NO sense, so it's gone too. I appreciate the help - but do try to at least support whatever you change by talking to me. -__-''
The Proper Treatment Corllengatu
"Alright. Respiratory looks good. Blood pressure's fine. No pain or discomfort - and no obvious sign of physical disease."
"Mhmm." Apollo nodded, paying only half-attention to what the cougar doctor in front of him was saying - he was far too busy forcing his eyes to focus on her face. His girlfriend had called him on short-notice to tell him she'd made him an appointment for a physical, and that he'd /better/ be there right away. Now, he was sitting here on an examination table - naked except for a near tissue-thin disposable examination gown - trying desperately not to think about how the remarkably gorgeous and scantily clad doctor in front of him had been /all/ over him just a moment ago.
He'd had physicals before, but this had been one of the single most lewd experiences of his life. Checking his breathing had resulted in several of the top buttons on the doctor's blouse miraculously coming undone, leaving a deep-cut line of tawny-furred cleavage practically spilling out of the once modest top. Then her pair of prize-winning cantaloupe had been right there with the stethoscope, pressing against his chest as she leaned into him and - in a deep sensual voice - told him to breathe normally. When she'd gotten around to his back, he had felt the hard flesh of her nipples pressing against his fur - leaning against him as she whispered instructions into his ear. If he'd let his attention wander for just a minute -
"However," Apollo's eyes snapped back up from contemplating her skin-tight mini-skirt, and the fact that she clearly wasn't wearing underwear down there - made more obvious from all the times she'd had to bend over to pick something up ... giving him a playful little wiggle and a careful flick of her feline tail that just ...
Okay. Focus. He just needed to get through the last little bit, and he could go home with his dignity intact. Maybe have a word with his girlfriend about her choice of healthcare provider.
"You're clearly suffering from a bad case of SR." the cougaress looked over her clipboard at him, her eyes darting down over his body, a playful little pout on her lower lip.
"SR?" Suddenly focused, Apollo ran over his mental list of diseases, but the acronym didn't ring any alarm bells. "Is that serious?"
"Oh very." She looked pensive for a minute, and then continued - almost casually. "Sexual Repression. It's gone undiagnosed for quite some time now - and we're just now starting to recognize and treat it. You'd be amazed how many people are suffering out there."
"Sexual Repression?" That couldn't be right. "I have a girlfriend! I'm ... sexually active. Daily! I'm not sexually repressed, and I'm certainly not 'suffering'!"
"Now see, that's society's fault." She made a face and imitated a man's voice, "'Today's youth are oversexed', 'my daughter dresses like a slut', and 'we don't want our kids to be nymphos'." She broke the impression and leaned forward, her arms on either side of him on the examination table - giving Apollo a clear view of her bosom. "The truth is, people on the whole aren't having enough sex. You're twenty! A wolf your age should be getting laid. All. The. Time."
"Huh." Okay. She was crazy. Hot as hell, and /possibly/ even an actual licensed medical professional ... but very clearly crazy. "So why don't we set up an appointment for that and I'll come back and ... "
"See? Completely and totally SR! I'm a fertile and available female! I've been pressing you for sex for the better part of an hour, and you've got all the early signs of arousal - but you're not acting on them. You're inhibited!" She sighed and leaned back, reaching behind her to grab something from a work table in the corner - but never giving Apollo enough space to jump off the examination table. "Thankfully, the treatment is nice and simple."
"What do you - " The doctor turned back around, holding a small white spray bottle - not much bigger than a tube of chap stick - like an aerosol breath freshener. Before Apollo could object, she pumped the top twice, filling the air around his muzzle with a fine white mist. Not a half-second later, her hand slipped in between his legs and got a firm grip on his package, causing him to gasp in shock - and filling his lungs with quite a bit of the mist. It burned and tingled as it went, and Apollo found himself afloat in a kind of odd euphoric sensation as the drug quickly worked its way into his bloodstream.
"There we go. Now, just sit back and relax while the drug takes effect." She watched him with a curious smile on her face - while her eyes wandered back over his body. "And take off that silly gown. I guarantee you'll want to watch this."
"Yeah." Apollo felt all the tension leave his body as soon as she suggested it. He let himself bask in the pleasant tingling sensation crawling down his spine. And take off the gown? Why not? It bothered him. It didn't fit right. And it certainly wasn't hiding anything, anyway ... Alright. Off it went.
He found his hands already undoing the tie-off in the back, and soon the garment was discarded in an unruly heap at the foot of the examination table - and he was completely naked. Yet ... that didn't bother him, somehow. He let his body lean back on table and let his eyes settle on the doctor in front of him. He let his gaze wander over her curves - admire her body and the way she was showing it off for him. Maybe /she/ was what he would want to watch ...
If he weren't sure his girlfriend would kill him for it, he'd love a piece of what she was promising with that smile ... might take it anyway. It was so hard to focus on what the consequences would be. Those thoughts were slippery - didn't fit his relaxed mood. It was so much easier to think of the doctor undressing for him. To imagine the her curvy body squeezing out of that tight, uncomfortable uniform and stepping close to him - leaning into him like she had earlier ...
Arousal hit Apollo harder than a ton of bricks. His pulse pounded in his ears. His body shook. His breath came in ragged gasps. And the tingling sensation in his groin intensified as his erection quickly rose to full steam.
"Mhmm. Right on schedule." She stepped next to the table and kneeled down, taking his pulsing member gently in a one of her hands, carefully wrapping slim fingers around the base of his shaft - while her free hand slid under his balls and gave them an experimental heft. Her attention was focused completely on his package - a giddy grin on her face and a gleam of feline glee in her eyes.
A few moments went by where the doctor did nothing. Precum surged from the tip of Apollo's engorged shaft - dripping down his length and running over her hands - but the she was focused. Didn't move. Barely breathed - despite Apollo's silent prayers that she would do something - anything to relieve the burning, building tension in his groin.
Wait. Building?
Apollo felt a strange pressure well up in his maleness, like a mounting erection - except that he was already hard - and the sensation was /everywhere/. He felt the doctor's grip tighten. He felt her press up harder under his aching balls. Except that when he looked, he realized her position hadn't changed at all. His entire maleness was simply ... bigger.
Veins stood out on the side of his shaft as it throbbed in time with his heart, swelling larger with each beat as it slowly, steadily grew = creeping farther and farther out towards the cougar's muzzle. An inch. Two. Then the growth seemed to pick up speed as his balls joined in. The flow of pre increased - like a leaking faucet - oozing down across the tawny fur on the doctor's hands and arms and pooling on the sterile floor below. Another two inches. Oh hell, that felt good.
After a few moments, the sensation eased. The growth slowed, and finally stopped, but Apollo's breathing still came in ragged gasps. He had never been half this horny in his life - not even when he'd been a hormone crazed teenager. He needed to fuck something - everything - and he needed to do it now. He wanted to fill every female he could find with his seed. Wanted to /breed/.
"Mmm. That's /much/ better." The cougaress smiled at him as she released his shaft, sending it bobbing back towards him - flinging a generous glob of pre onto the white fur of his chest.
He stared at it with a kind of detached wonder and more than a little male pride. His shaft was bigger around than his wrist, and as long as his forearm - covered in thick, pulsing veins and bobbing in time with his racing heart. Each of his balls would have given even the most over-ripe kiwi a run for its money - heavy and full as they hung between his legs - resting solidly on his inner thigh. A constant droning voice in the back of his mind told him it had been far too long since he'd emptied them.
The doctor stood up and leaned in towards him again, running a claw lightly up the length of his shaft - from the base of his balls all the way up to his slit - teasing and testing as she went. "Hmm. Ten plus inches - I'd say maybe three thick. More than adequate lubrication, and a truly fantastic set of testicles. Now all that's left is to test your output." She met his gaze and licked her lips suggestively. "What do you say, puppy? Why don't you let me take care of your growing pains?"
Apollo could only whimper and nod, as every fiber of his being simultaneously decided that it was a wonderful idea. She leaned close - undoing the remaining buttons on her blouse with practiced ease - letting her magnificent breasts swing free from their cloth confines - only to press up against his groin as she practically lay down on top of him. His massive cock slid effortlessly into the nook created by her cleavage, and she used her hands to press them together - causing him to gasp at the unexpected sensation. The feel of her soft fur against his bare flesh made his tail curl, and his toes clench as waves of pleasure spilled over his body from his groin.
She began to work her hands - sending little ripples of motion through her own body - translating into massive waves of pleasure once they reached the sensitive skin of his shaft. He thrust his hips upwards automatically, causing the swollen tip of his shaft to emerge from the other side of its fleshy confines - and right into the doctor's face.
Without missing a beat, the cougaress opened her mouth and accepted as much of him as his now massive girth would allow. Her rough, feline tongue swirled smoothly over every inch of him she could reach - gripping and teasing as it went. Precum flowed freely from his tip, dripping off of her tongue and chin and down the length of his cock - lubricating and making her motions smoother - faster.
Apollo shut his eyes and let out a low moan. He was too overloaded with pleasure to keep them open - couldn't process what he was seeing anymore anyway. All that mattered was the sensation, and the slow mounting pressure in his balls. Building and building with each stroke. Every lick and suck bringing him closer and closer.
Then it hit him. Every muscle in his body tightened with the force of orgasm. His hips thrust upwards even farther as he let out a howl of pleasure. As if someone released a floodgate in his groin, he felt his balls clench, and his shaft spasm. The good doctor clamped her muzzle tight around his slit, and held her ground as he erupted - firing load after load of hot seed into her mouth.
After the first few powerful convulsions pumped her full, the doctor gave up trying to contain the mess - dropping the seal around his shaft. Jets of cum - each heavy with enough seed to overfill a tablespoon - shot up, splattering the cougar's muzzle. She lingered for a moment before moving out of the way, giggling like a giddy schoolgirl - and he found himself emptying the rest of his load onto his own chest and face.
It was impossible for Apollo to tell how long it lasted - it certainly seemed longer than any three orgasms he'd ever had put together - and each moment was more intense and wonderful than anything he'd ever felt. Then, after what seemed like an eternity - the pleasure began to ebb. The thick ropes of his cum erupted with less and less force - coating his abs and groin - before the flow reduced to a trickle and finally stopped altogether.
He slumped back on the examination table as his the burning need subsided - fully covered with his own sexual fluids and feeling more contentment and happiness than he ever had in his life.
Apollo basked in the afterglow of his orgasm as he watched the doctor scribbling notes on a clipboard - taking care not to let any wolf spunk drip onto the paper. She was an absolute mess - her upper body completely coated with mixed fluids. Thick, sticky patches of cum clung to her muzzle and face - but she hardly seemed to notice.
Apollo, on the other hand, felt an odd sort of satisfaction at examining his work. The fact that she was a complete stranger - or the idea that she had in some way violated his personal rights to turn him into a living cum-cannon - never even crossed his mind. It had felt /good/. Beyond good. He wanted to do it again. Every nerve - every muscle in his body tingled with excitement at the thought of blowing his load all over again.
All over /her/ again.
He leaned forward to watch the doctor work - delighting in the feel of his heavy package shifting and settling on the table below. Not ten minutes after the biggest orgasm of his life, and already that little voice was worming its way into his thoughts - telling him to go and breed her. He felt like he hadn't cum in weeks, and he could feel an almost physical pressure - a pressing /need/ for release.
And the doctor. Oh she was intoxicating. So remarkably lewd and sexual - sure of herself and her own physical nature. She flirted and teased with natural ease, and she had as much as told him she was available for breeding - if only he'd take what he wanted. He examined the luscious curves of her ass, letting fantasies play out in his mind - languishing in them - feeling his erection beginning to stir as he imagined bending her over her equipment table and demonstrating just how well her cure for 'Sexual Repression' was working.
Finally, the cougaress looked up from her notes and acknowledged him with a hungry gaze that quickly drifted down. Apollo made a half-hearted effort to clear the fantasies from his head - but the doctor hadn't bothered to cover up her chest, and the soft bounce and sway of her body as she moved towards him was damn near hypnotic. If she didn't let him out of here soon, the fact that he was in a relationship wasn't going to stand up to his swelling libido.
"Good news. You're cured." She held the clipboard out so he could see it, but Apollo was finding it very hard to focus on anything but her body. "You're size and output are both in the upper tenth of a percentile for your species. And course, your recovery time won't be matched by anyone who hasn't been treated for SR."
"You haven't tested that one." Apollo leaned back, putting himself on display - letting a hand idly run up his rapidly hardening length while he focused his gaze on her full hips. That damn miniskirt was tantalizing - teasing him with the shape of her ass, but not letting him see the details. "You'd better make sure I'm back to full. Y'know, for the sake of medicine."
"I'll do you one better." She waved something small and white in front of his face - forcibly drawing his attention. It was the spray bottle again. She pressed the top twice, filling the air in front of him with another small cloud of white mist. "Breathe deep now."
"Wha -" Apollo didn't have time to think about the implications. His body obeyed automatically, filling his lungs with as much of the mist as he could. His throat burned. His lungs tingled. He coughed lightly and glanced up at the half-naked cougaress, looking for an explanation. He was cured! He was fertile! So fertile he could barely stand ten minutes without fucking her with wild abandon and zero regard for social rules. What was a second dose going to do to him?
"I'll admit, I like my males a bit on the big side - and ten inches /is/ impressive." She smiled and did the same trick with her claw, running it up his length and back down again. It might have just been his imagination, but it seemed to take considerably longer to go back down - it was hard to concentrate with his pulse thundering in his ears. "But, once more of the population receives the treatment they need, that'll be average.
"And I've seen the way you're looking at me." She placed her free hand on the tip of his monster cock, smearing pre down a good two inches of flesh - inches that hadn't been there moments before. "Now, I treated your regular sex partner for RS this morning, so I'm going ahead and giving you the /deluxe/ package. Make you into a /real/ breeder." Her smile spread wider. "She'll thank me for it later, and in the meantime - "
Apollo decided to shut her up. He liked her voice, but he couldn't focus on words right now. Not while she was standing there, giving him intimate looks, and promising things with her body. She smelled so good he could hardly stand it - couldn't wait any longer. He leapt to his feet and pulled the cougaress into a tight embrace until they were nose to nose - his mammoth cock jutting up lewdly between them - throbbing mightily. Twelve inches rapidly becoming fourteen.
Then the growth once more sped up as his balls began rapidly putting on mass. Precum surged from the tip, slowly coating his soon-to-be lover's chest in a fresh coat of cool, slick fluid. He gasped as the sensation sent sparks of pleasure ricocheting off the sides of his brain - and the cougaress took the invitation to lock muzzles with him in a deep kiss.
He returned the embrace as passionately as he could, using the leverage to swap places - lifting her up onto the lip of the examination bed. She gasped as he labored to work her skirt up higher on her hips - Apollo using the moment to break the kiss off and lower his body into position. The cougaress slipped her hands down around his shaft, having to strain to lace her fingers around his girth. She was staring at his maleness with that same hungry expression - while Apollo settled for sheer disbelief. He must have been a foot and a half long - his cock leaving 'huge' behind and entering third-leg territory. Massive balls hung heavily off the shaft - grapefruit-sized bulges clearly visible against the stretched skin of his sack. He panted heavily, pausing with the head of his maleness positioned just outside the doctor's sex - precum dripping steadily onto the table and floor.
"What're you waiting for? Fuck me, you dumb stud!" The cougaress' soft hands guided him in with a sort of manic urgency. She wanted this just as badly - if not more - than he did, but if he didn't take it slow ... but her expression was lascivious, and Apollo couldn't resist the compulsion to follow such a direct command. "Ahhh! Fuck you're huge!"
It was slow going at first. The tight cougar pussy accepted the head of his monster endowment only with a good deal of lubrication - and a great bout of blissful moaning on the doctor's part. Once he was in, the going got easier - and he was rewarded with more pleasure than he'd ever felt. His hips bucked slowly as he worked his way in, each thrust going a little deeper - and opening up new worlds of pleasure for the hyper-endowed wolf.
The cougar's body was amazing. Apollo could clearly see the bulge in her abdomen where his cock displaced her mass, but she didn't seem to be in any pain - quite the opposite if her gasps of pleasure were anything to go on. Her body was amazingly elastic, taking his girth and remaining taut around it - tiny muscles working every millimeter he could stuff into her - and every thrust seemed to get more and more of his length inside. She was built for this sort of fantastic sex - /breeding/ with the kind of super-potent males that the RS treatment created.
Apollo was in heaven. Pleasure seemed like it wasn't a strong enough word for what he was experiencing. He was seeing spots by the time he'd hit half his length buried inside her, and she just seemed to take more and more. By the time he finally bottomed out with more than a foot of his massive maleness buried in the cougaress - her entire lower body distended obscenely from his girth - the entire world had melted away, and the only thing that mattered was the feeling of burying his cock into his lover over and over.
He held onto her wonderful, shapely ass - keeping her balanced on the edge of the table as he pulled as much of his length out at a time as he dared - picking up tempo as the pleasure seemed to only get better with every stroke. His increase in speed spurred her over the edge, her whole body convulsing in spasms of orgasm - a breathless scream of pleasure escaping her lips.
The unexpected sensation spiked Apollo higher. For a moment, time seemed to stop. His body locked thrusting upward, his head thrown back, mouth open in a howl of pleasure. Then he was cumming. The word described his entire existence for a solid minute. Orgasm had color. Orgasm had sound, smell, taste, and - of course - a physical sensation. Pleasure overloaded every sense and every receptor in his brain. He was awash in an ocean of rapture.
When the fog of his first peak had cleared enough for vision and sensation to return, he found himself gushing his seed into his lover's womb. Long contractions of pleasure sent bulges rushing down the underside of his cock - pumping long thick ropes of wolf seed deep into the cougar's body with enough force to send it flowing back out around the folds of her sex, leaving a viscous waterfall of mixed sexual fluids pouring off the edge of the table.
When the orgasm at last fully subsided, Apollo pulled out - long thick strands of cum stringing off of his still rock-hard cock. /Gallons/ of semen pooled on the floor around his feet, his lover was showing a slight paunch in her stomach from where he had been zealously filling her womb, and he could already feel his heavy balls churning away against his thighs - filling with more seed than most males would have hoped to produce in a lifetime. This ... this was going to take some getting used to.
"Hmm. You've made quite the mess, there puppy." The cougaress eyed the room, patting the bulge in her abdomen. "Can't argue with the results, though. And to think, you used to be Repressed!"
"Well, I got proper treatment." Apollo hefted the obscene bulge of his balls in one had as he watched the doctor turn around to dismount the table - giving him a first class view of her shapely ass. The little voice in the back of his mind whispered lewd ideas in his ear, and he took them to heart.
He stepped forward and placed his hands on her ass, wiggling her bottom playfully as he rested the base of his cock against her rump - the pillar of male flesh rising up behind her and interfering with the natural swishing motion of her tail. She turned and gave him a surprised look, but it quickly degenerated into a sort of hungry pleading when she read his expression. It was all the permission he needed.
"Now it's time for another dose of /your/ treatment, doctor."
Sirce woke up naked - in a veritable lake of wolf cum - bathed in a soft green glow from one of the medical cabinets. The air was permeated with the smell of sex. She felt sore, used, and slightly bloated from the sheer amount of cum that had been pumped into her womb over the hour and a half that had comprised the rest of the young wolf's 'appointment'. It was bliss.
It had been almost an entire week since she herself had been blessed with a dose of the 'cure' for her own Sexual Repression - and had been transformed into a living wet dream - cranking her sex drive a good three gears past overdrive. She'd used her new body, and the remarkable lack of inhibition she now felt at seducing her patients to apply the treatment to hundreds of furs - removing their ability to refuse her commands before they regained enough of their balance to even realize that all that extra sex-drive came with quite a bit less willpower.
Most of the time, she took rough size measurements before sending them on their way with a carefully phrased command - sometimes giving the particularly stubborn males a bit of head to set them on the right path, but always keeping herself professional.
Of course, she'd never dosed anyone quite so much as the wolf who'd walked in to her last appointment slot. It had just been the straw that broke the camel's back. She'd needed a good hard fuck for almost a week now, and that seemed like eons after she'd been treated for SR. Yes, she'd lost sight of her masters' mission for a moment - but in the long run, she was sure they'd understand. The compulsion they were using to control people came part and parcel with an overwhelming desire to breed.
And /breed/ she had. Sirce lost count of how many times the wolf had taken her before she'd managed to find the words to remind him about his girlfriend - and the composure to order him to go see to her needs. Oh, that had taken willpower she didn't know she had. Apollo had been gifted with a set of nearly bottomless balls, and sex just felt so /good/ after the treatment - it was a wonder anyone ever stopped fucking one another senseless once they'd been 'cured'.
They probably didn't. It was all part of the plan.
She got to her feet and trudged through sticky puddles of sexual fluid that seemed to be everywhere - making for the cabinet and the source of the green glow. It was a wonder the janitorial staff hadn't noticed anything odd yet. They were probably 'cured' themselves - spent all their off hours fucking one another silly in the break room. It had certainly become a favorite past time of most of the daytime staff.
"Ah! Doctor!" The voice greeted her before she even opened the cabinet door. She swung it open and smiled at the set of four disembodied green eyes that stared back at her from the small screen in the cabinet. It was all she'd ever seen of the alien overlords who by now no doubt ruled the planet. "I missed your report today. Getting a little friendly with the patients were we?"
"Twelve new breeding pairs today, along with three single females." Sirce rattled off her report without thinking. She'd been doing a lot of things without thinking since her treatment. "The last patient was a particularly fertile. I decided it would be a good idea to take advantage of that fertility. Things ... may have gotten a little out of hand."
"I see that!" The voice on the other end gave an odd warble that she took for laughter. "Well, I can't argue with having another breeder. Carry on as planned. From now on though, do try to stick to the recommended dosage. We're still in phase one after all. We don't want to cause a scene ... quite yet."
"Of course." She felt the little mental suggestion settle into place with a quiet click in her mind. It seemed so obvious now that he'd said it.
"That said, once we hit fifty percent breeding saturation we'll be ready for phase two - and then, dear doctor, I promise you'll get to have your fun."