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CHAPTER 5 - Back and Gone Again James was lead back to his cell, left to be alone. He had no idea how long he had been there, or how much longer he would have to be in there. Being with Kyle was more fun, he wondered whether the glue had worked, or if it had been a ruse. James fondled his balls, playing with them, as he waited.

He had been told to wait, that the man who had been speaking before - Dr. Eiden - would come here and see him. But Dr. Eiden was a slow man, and James had waited long enough for him to arrive. James looked to the pillow next to him, and a thought entered his mind.

Dr. Eiden was scheduled to come there in an eon or two. There was time. There would be enough time.

James didn't even have his tail yet, and the longer he had to wait, the more he deserved to do this.

He grunted and stood up, throwing the bed's blanket to the floor. He stretched for the pillow and put it in front of himself. The excitement started to build in his thighs, growing. His cock showed more and more, coming out of its home in the sheathe. James' put his right hand down to touch the sensitive flesh of the cock, the rougher black pads warming against the heat.

A feeling in his prostate started to emerge as he became harder, he bent forward at his wrist as he massaged his cock. It seemed to alleviate the pressure, the desire for something to touch his prostate.

He stroked his cock and let the heavy balls roll in his hand, half bent over, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. It was getting warm inside of his room, and his heart beat faster and faster. He wanted a drink, to walk over to the sink, to get some water. But he wanted this more. Pre started to flow out of his cock, touching his paw, as he was fully erect.

Letting go off the cock, it ached. Angry red and a thick knot at its base. He was ready, and no one could stop him. He leaned forward toward the bed and placed his paws on the top corners of the pillow he had put forward, holding it tight and steady.

He pulled it down to the edge of the bed and inched his legs forward, so that his leaking cock dripped onto the pillow. Bending his knees, his cock touched the top of the pillow; he angled his hips and started with a grunt.

First his thrusts were slow. He eased into the pillow and out of it, the way he would do to a lover. It teased his cock as he continued, causing his prostate to once again speak out in protest. It felt good. It felt great; but it did not feel like enough. He wanted to make the pillow his, but as he humped it slowly, it resisted. It refused.

The pillow was to be his slut, so he started to thrust harder, and harder. He never really moved away from the pillow at this point, his cock simply moving in and out of the fabric at rapid rate. The amount of pre that flowed out of his cock steadily increased. James felt it against his groin and against his thighs, flowing down along his legs.

But the pillow refused to relent. It refused to feel warm, it refused to feel good. All the pillow was, was a tease.

The room was starting to smell. It was too hot inside and his musk had started to envelope the entire room. The smell caused him to thrust harder into the pillow, slightly angry, slightly upset.

His smell was not at all like Caiden's or Kyle's. It lacked that command. It lacked power. James didn't mind his smell, the musk, the salt. It smelled good and well. He took a deep whiff, pausing for a second, before he returned to hump the teasing pillow harder. All his smell did was just that.

It made him want to hump things, more so than before, like his smell called for it. He could fill his cock start tensing as he humped the pillow. His legs were becoming sore, along with his rump. But he continued, humping and thrusting into the pillow, feeling himself get closer and closer to the release.

When the door opened behind him, though he heard it, he didn't look. And when he heard the shoes step on the floor, walking slowly toward him, he didn't look. James was busy with more important matters. He let go off one side of the pillow, keeping the pace of the humps, and waved the person behind him off.

But the person came closer, and closer, until he touched James' shoulder.

James recoiled, swung his body around - his cock trailed against the man's clothes, leaving a trail of precum on them - and looked down at the man angrily. "Wut?!" James grabbed a hold of the man's torso, pulling him up into the air. Then he recognized the man, but he held his grip.

Dr. Eiden commanded, "Let me down, James." James let him go. "And sit down. No, not on the ground. On the bed. There you go. Good James. We have not spoken in a few days and you do not remember me at the moment. That was meant to be the case for a little while longer, but I think you have learned your lesson." He glanced down at James' cock, tapping his chin. "A rather permanent lesson, at that."

"Re-member wut?" asked James, "I re-member all!" James still played with his cock, somewhat lazily, keeping it erect. Dr. Eiden was not the best human there was, and James didn't really want to break his trust with Kyle. But Kyle wasn't there, and a hole was a hole. Dr. Eiden would do if he allowed it. "Also, what lesson? I haven't learned nothing! Gah! I don't care. I wanna fuck."

Dr. Eiden chuckled as he stood in front of James. "Wait," said Dr. Eiden, and pushed James torso down to the bed. Dr. Eiden bent down and pulled off his shoes. He unbuttoned and removed the lab coat he constantly wore. He put his knees on either side of James' legs, and pulled himself up, until he sat atop of James' waist.

James' cock pressed against the back of Dr. Eiden, but the weight of the human made him impossible to hump. Not that it mattered much when Dr. Eiden was clothed, but still. It annoyed James. He growled.

"No growling, James." There was a bulge in Dr. Eiden's pants. "Do you want your tail?"

"Yuh!"

Dr. Eiden smiled, "Good. In order to do that, first, I need you to remember. To unwind, to relax; to bring you back to last week."

With the snap of a finger and a few words that James could not remember, memories stolen from him came back. He had not been a school boy, and he had not failed the test.

This is why he had thought he looked too old to be a school boy.

He had been working for Dr. Eiden at the facility, as a doctor himself. One of those responsible for developing and improving on the parasites that would enter the transformee's bloodstream.

Yet, one day he had decided that it was enough. He remembered Caiden. He remembered Zhuo, and he remembered Leo. The thought of Caiden and Leo, and their naked bodies surrounding him, made him fold his ears in shame. His cock growing hard, James ignored it, thinking back to the memories.

They were furs, but they were the ones he had direct contact with. Those he would meet in secret, to discuss his plans. James hadn't liked the way the furs were treated, or the way they were created against their will.

He hadn't liked how the parasites forced their desires and bodies to change, their thoughts to change.

It was disgusting.

It was unethical.

It was... Now it was different. His cock grew harder and he let a hand down to gently caress himself as the images of Caiden, of Leo flashed in his mind. He remembered how they had moved in their secret meetings. How Caiden had sat unsociably close, and how the lion had accidentally brushed against his ass. They had seemed to enjoy it.

Of course they had enjoyed it. He was enjoying it. It felt good. It felt right.

He shook his head. No. This was not what he wanted. What they wanted. They were all supposed to escape together. To help others escape. To... take down the company that made them as they are.

He looked up, still caressing his cock, and stared into Dr. Eiden's eyes with furrowed brows.

"Do you see now?" said Dr. Eiden, smiling and taking a step forward. James stood in place, immobile and not moving a step. The gentle breath of the human could be felt on his fur. James stopped caressing his erect tool, letting it push forward with his hand resting at his side.

There was a desire sparking within him. There was no love for the man before him. He did not like him. He had never liked him. They had been cohorts, though James was unwilling. Dr. Eiden deserved to be turned around, pushed down, to be treated like the bastard bitch he acted as if he was.

James humped the air, touching Dr. Eiden's clothes, leaving a wet spot on one of them. He would move his arms, or legs, to hurt the man - but he couldn't. There was disappointment, there was hatred, there was worry.

At the same time, James felt grateful. He felt fantastic.

"I see you do, James. A creature of your own design, that you hated, thinking it is capable of nothing but lust. Stand still little one." Dr. Eiden put his hands on either side of James, sliding them down and lowering himself to his knees. His mouth just a small bit underneath James' cock, breathing along the bottom of the shaft.

James shuddered.

Dr. Eiden moved his hand, touching the tip of the cock. James shuddered again, while Dr. Eiden spoke again. "A lovely specimen. Most of these furs are generated, automatic. Yet, the parasite I gave to you was not. You may not realize. You may have hid it from yourself, even, considering your past beliefs, but you... you are a pet project of yourself. A custom made. Your last, little project. What were you going to use it for, hm?"

James did not remember. He had no clue, he had no idea. The breathing on his cock was distracting, a pleasure, a tease. His hips were becoming mad. Angry, hurting. The muscles were burning as the command of Dr. Eiden battled the command of his instincts. Two instincts, battling each other.

Listening, respecting authority. It felt as right as his body did, though he would not admit it. He could go against it. To push Dr. Eiden down, to take revenge - but it did not feel right.

James moved his muzzle for the first time, aware and conscious. "What do you mean, exactly, Derek? What else am I capable of, but lust? I have seen myself and I have seen what I have become. I am little more than a dumb mutt, little more than Caiden, than Kyle."

"Now that you have spent time with people like them, James, how do they seem? How do they seem in comparison to how you have acted? Have they been as dumb as you have?"

James pondered it for a moment, but did not get a chance to respond.

"They have not, because they haven't been. You are an engineer, James. You know the parasites avoid the brain as if it would be plague. You fell victim to the same thing the humans have fallen victim to."

He moved his hands around the waist of Derek, and pulled, until they were an inch from each other. "And what is that?"

"A surprise, fool. Caiden told me of the suspicions you had when you woke up. That the test does not weed out those who are dumb. The test those graduating take, it tests your aptitude."

"And those with aptitude come here, then, and we turn them. What for? What is the use of doing that?"

Derek pushed himself away, sitting straight. "What is the use of doing anything? In this case, there is a rather specific one. It is the same reason I, we, had to stop you from going through with your plans earlier. You would have fucked everything up."

James moved his torso up with force, grabbing a hold of Derek's sweater, "I would have fucked everything up? I would have freed them... Me... It would have all been fine. They would have integrated into society!"

"You are seen as buffoons, James. You yourself saw them all as stupid, as idiots. There would have been no place for them. I do not hate furs, James, or I would not have created them."

"So why did you?"

Derek smiled, "At some points in time, you have to play the long con. I will need you to sound as you were again, to sound and be as dumb as you were. It will only be for a few weeks, I promise, and you will not lose memory of what you once were. You will have an important role."

"What would that role be?"

"That, my friend, is a secret." Dr. Eiden snapped his fingers and mouthed some words. James would have protested, but he felt his mind sink, become happy. He leaned back on the bed.

The human moved as well, without saying a word. He shifted himself back to sit on James' thighs, and let his hands trace the outline of the hard cock. The hands fell down, past the hips and working their way underneath the back.

Dr. Eiden leaned forward again, breathing on the cock.

Having kept his composure for a while as he had spoken to Dr. Eiden, James' maw finally fell open and his tongue fell out in a panting gasp.

"Thuck, viff!" commanded James, in an attempt to get the bitch to suck, but Dr. Eiden ignored him, massaging the area above James' ass.

"Hm, already back," Dr. Eiden hummed audibly, visibly taking care not to brush against the cock. "Tell me, little James, what is it that you want the most?"

"I wunt..." James didn't know. He wanted to hump the pillow, he wanted the little human and his former boss to bend over. He wanted revenge. He wanted to speak the way he just had, to think the way he just had. He wanted Kyle. He wanted to be human again, and he wanted a tail. He wanted a tail.

A tail.

His cock sprung up, a little to the side, hitting Dr. Eiden's forehead. A tail that would accentuate his steps and his sway. A tail big and fluffy that would draw attention to his ass. A tail that would make Kyle proud. James wanted Kyle, and James wanted a tail. There was no need to care about being free, if he had a tail.

"Hm, what is it?" said Dr. Eiden and brushed away the liquid from his forehead with the back of his palm.

"A thail!" shouted James decisively, biting his tongue and cursing himself right thereafter. His cock pulsed as he declared what he wanted, and a spurt of cum flew past the human's head.

Dr. Eiden pressured the tail bone, which stung, and stepped away, "Then a tail you shall have."

James' eyes widened as something odd happened at his back. Where Dr. Eiden had just pressed, injected something, it started to press out. As if there was a ghost there, pulling, dragging and heaving the lower part of his spine. He hadn't known this last phase was needed. He had thought the parasite would do it all.

It was an odd, queer, but great sensation. Dr. Eiden looked at him, still smiling and holding a small needle in his hand, but James let the human go from his mind. It felt good, his heart was beating, his cock was leaking, and the anticipation was killing him.

As the spine prodded against the skin and the fur, Derek moved off of him. James followed, standing up, but immediately falling down to his knees and hands. On all fours. He did not feel as humiliated as his mind told him he should. It did not feel wrong. Instead, it felt right.

Dr. Eiden had said the parasite was his project. Though James couldn't remember any of it, he knew he wouldn't make someone an actual dog. It confused him. Why did it feel right to be on all fours? Why did it feel good?

His thoughts were interrupted when the spine broke through his back, forcing out a short and distinct yelp from his throat. He stretched his neck to look behind himself, seeing a small skin-appendage barely sticking out above his ass. Seeing it, a switch turned in his mind.

It was not yet there, not where he wanted it. It was not the tail he would love, the tail he wanted, the tail he could see himself with. He did not care about Dr. Eiden. He did not care that once he had been human, that he had seen this stuff as wrong.

He knew better now. He knew now that, what he had known before, had been wrong. That sometimes people don't know what is best for them. He had never been as hard before, never as horny, never as much desiring to hump the floor on which he stood. His groin was burning, his tail was burning, and he loved every second of it.

The tail visibly grew longer and thicker by the second. As it grew longer, fur started to form at its base. At first the fur enveloped it the way it did his balls, sporadically and where ever it chose. But it grew thicker, longer, it grew more lush.

Yet, it was lame and he could not feel it. The tail was like the fur on it, devoid of nerves, devoid of sensations and feeling. It was a tail, and as the fur grew further on it, he felt more whole. The world felt more whole. Yet, it was a phantom that would not move.

James panted, his cock dripping on the floor, and he looked forward, away from the tail. He stared absent-mindedly on the floor, where Dr. Eiden's feet where. He moved one of his hands to his crotch, starting to fondle himself, when the lame appendage twitched.

And twitched again, to the other side. He let go off his cock, spreading his arms and legs and looked through his arms. The tail moved from side to side, and he could feel it. It felt good. He felt happy. James wasn't sure if the tail moving made him happy, or if he moved his tail because he was happy. Either way, it did not matter, because the tail continued to swing back and forth, and back and forth.

He tried to stop swinging the tail, which continued to grow, whose fur grew lusher and wilder and thicker, but it would not listen. It stayed swinging back and forth, back and forth, like the clock of a hypnotist. Eventually, upset that he had no control of his tail, he leaned back and caught it with his hand.

There was a burst of laughter from in front of him, grabbing his attention. Holding his tail, which struggled in his hand, he stood up and faced the human. His tongue hanging out of his mouth, James grinned wide, "I got tail. I win."

Dr. Eiden nodded, laughing again, "Yes, James. You seem to realize that perhaps being human is not all what it is made up to be. So accepting of your fate... does it not feel better to be like this? Is it not a shape we all should desire? I will have to go, but you will have a visitor later to tell you more of your role in this." Dr. Eiden turned around and opened the door, looking back, "Don't beat off too much. You might want to save yourself."

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James paced the room. Back and forth, forth and back, to one side, to the other. If the floor had been grass instead of wood, there would by the time the door opened have been no more grass.

James didn't like Dr. Eiden. He didn't like Dr. Eiden as a boss, and he didn't like Dr. Eiden now. So when Dr. Eiden had told him that he might want to "save himself", James had not listened. The room had a pungent, musky and manly smell. It smelled of him. It smelled great.

He knew he had thought it was wrong to change the people against their will. To make them succumb to their lusts and desires, to make them instinctive rather than deliberative. James knew he was instinctive now, that his body did not always do what was rational. He knew it changed the way he thought. But if following his instincts felt as good as it did, it seemed the rational option.

His muscles felt great, and relaxed. They were easily visible through the fur, the fur accentuating the lines. His lungs felt tip-top, and he had a great cock. A nice pair of balls, a clickety-clack to his step, and a fearsome growl in his throat.

Yes. Dr. Eiden had been right. It was not he that was dumb, nor the other furs.

Human James was dumb.

Human James could not realize how freeing it was, how easy everything felt. No worries, no hardships, only hard tools. James stood still, groping his crotch. They had never given him any clothes, any underwear, since he tore the others off - and the sheets had been moved from his bed. He was naked as the day he was born, with a proper amount of fur.

When the door opened, James let go off his cock and stared at the opening. Immediately his smell poured out of the room, and another's smell started to replace it. A familiar, wonderful smell.

The canine on the other side of the door did not open it fully, staying behind the door, audibly sniffing the air. One of the black paws stuck out by the side of the door, claws at its end.

He had also got his last change.

"Guess who!" Kyle said from the other side of the door.

"Kyle!" barked James, and Kyle opened the door.

They had only been together for a short time, but James felt something between the two. He liked Kyle. Not like that. He liked liked him, like a little more than he liked others. He liked Caiden, he liked Leo, but he liked Kyle more. It was a difficult feeling for him to describe.

It was the presence of Kyle that made his knees shake, and the tone of his voice, the power of his touch. He liked Kyle, and Kyle had returned to him, dressed fully in clothes.

Kyle wore a dark blue shirt, tucked into black shorts that ended right above the knees, holding a hat in his hand. The shirt and the shorts were both a little tight - the shirt snuggled tight against Kyle's body. The shorts were better, though. They accentuated the finer parts of Kyle. Three easily visible bulges. One for the cock, one for the left ball, and one for the right.

James felt himself start to grow angsty, though he had already finished a multitude of times. He wanted to take a few steps forward, to bend down, to remove those shorts...

"Why do you have clo--- clo--" He could not figure out how to say it. The word was in his mind. Clothes. But it did not fit in his mouth. His tongue could impossibly make the sound! "Clo-- dressings! Why do you have dressings?" James asked.

"I..." Kyle began, shaking his head, "Have no dressing? Unless you mean what is in here?" Kyle placed a hand over his crotch, blocking the view James had enjoyed.

"No! Yes! Police!"

That's what Kyle looked like. Kyle looked like a police. Furs weren't normally police. Why was Kyle a police? James thought more furs should be police. Police had nice clothes, but if they were furs, they could do better without clothes.

Kyle nodded, "Yeah. No. Prison guard! That is what the test said I would become!"

"Test?"

Kyle nodded again, and produced a baton from his belt. "One of the crates--"

"Crab-oxes?"

"Yes, you goof. One of them had this. The test was to see how you would use it, and what for."

James took a hold of it and held it in his hand, heaving it up and down, "It is heavy." He turned it around, looking at it from the small side. "It is a dildo."

"It is a baton."

"A dildo."

"Baton, James. Other things go under your tail, not this. Never mind. I can't be with you for long today."

"Why?"

"It is late, and I have things to tell you. What do you think of Dr. Eiden and his orders? The other humans?"

James tapped his fingers on his skull, thinking. They weren't pretty, some of them were pale, some of them were dark. They were all annoying, stupid, and he didn't like listening to the humans. Just because he had been human before, it didn't mean he needed to like them any more. And they had changed him against his will, even if it was for the better. Flustered, and slightly upset thinking about them, his tongue flopped out of his mouth. "I think fey theed fuck."

Kyle chuckled, and James felt a beam of pride in himself, "Yeah. They do. But they are humans and we are not. We are furs. We need to strictly abide what they say. That's the thing you don't do. You don't listen."

"I do too!"

Kyle held up the baton again, "What's this?"

"A di- ton." James shook his head, "Baaaa-ton. See, I listen."

"Uh huh. Do you know what your job will be?" James shook his head, he didn't. "You will be at my side in prison. My little helper. Not a guard, but... a guard dog. Would you like that?"

James nodded, eagerly, staring down at Kyle's crotch. Would he like it? Of course he would like it. A pet to the person he like-liked. Always with him. Always near that tantalizing scent. There was no other thing he wanted, now. That was it.

He imagined himself walking along with Kyle, checking each cage. Humans or furs, whatever was in them. All mean, dangerous-looking. Helping to protect the prison guard from those people. In any way possible.

Of course he wanted it. That was it. To be at Kyle's side.

"You won't actually be a dog, walking on your fours, you know. We'll be partners. Always walking together. So, do you still want it?"

"Do... I have choice?"

Kyle smiled. "All you need to do is show some obedience to me," he said, as if he hadn't listened.

Obedience was boring. If James would pretend to not know the word, he could become Kyle's partner without doing it. "Oh... Be... De... What? Do I have to? I don't wanna."

"Do you want to be my guard dog? To protect me from the thugs? To have fun with the thugs?"

A sudden surge of blood pumped to his crotch, "Fu-uhn? Yes!"

"Then on your knees, remove my pants, get on all fours. For in two weeks it begins, Mr. Hansen."

To Be Continued. Probably. At some point.

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Again, thank you for reading. This is it for now. Feel free to leave any feedback, positive or negative. It is always welcome. I have already learned a lot from posting this story, but there is always way more to learn ^.^