The Pacification Center... Chap 1

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Chap 1

Jarrod looked down his long, equine nose at his clipboard, sighing at the vague information he had there today. It looked like they were going to be dealing with a Stag who had apparently volunteered for the process, a Lion who was being brought in by the cops and a Bull though he didn't have much arrival information on him. Just that he was showing up today, and that there was going to be a bit of work involved. He quirked an eyebrow at that, Stags sometimes came in, especially if they had a buck of their own, but a Bull was very out of the ordinary. He looked down at the list of employees on site that day, his lips quirking a little as he saw the names.

There was a Tiger named Lance, who had gone through a little of the process himself and now worked at the center. He'd just wanted his anger issues under control, and he'd gotten that for sure. He assigned him to the Lion, smirking at the idea of the Lion being strapped down and listening to the Tiger talk about how much he enjoyed the process... The Lion had been hit by the third strike law, on an assault charge, which mean Aggression Therapy, Disarmament, and probably Submission Therapy.

Next on his roster was Corey, who was a big, tough Boar. The Horse glanced at the other two, deciding to put the Stag with the Boar. If he was doing this because he had a male in his life, he'd probably want some very specific modifications, after all. And Corey, while being a filthy lecher... was skilled as hell when it came to odd requests in that department.

This meant that the Horse himself, would get the Bull to take care of. He sighed a little, and then shrugged at least his curiosity about the bovine would be satisfied. After all, it might be that it was something he wanted to privately talk about, or a just a casual consultation. At least, that's what he thought... until the email popped up in the inbox of his office computer. He opened it up, glancing at the odd email address it came from. It was different than the appointment, but it clearly laid out a series of procedures. "Damn." The Horse muttered, somewhat in shock as he read through everything that had been signed up for. "He wants to get wrecked entirely... Class-A modifications... well... damn that's going to be a pretty penny." The email address might have been different, but all the information was correct, including the processing number. In the end, he shrugged, getting up just as the Stag walked into the Center.

"Hey." The tall very masculine cervine called, as he spotted the Horse through his office window. The big Horse glanced up... surprised as he saw the Stag standing there... he was big. Tall, muscular, with a large rack of antlers that was surely the pride of any male of his species. He looked to be every inch an alpha Buck, this leaving Jarrod somewhat confused. As the Stag walked up to the counter, and then signed in, looking the Horse in the eyes. "I'm here for my appointment." He said, his voice deep and resonant, plainly this was no pansy omega or even beta male. The Horse was still recovering from his shock, as he pressed a small button on the counter, then gestured.

"Room Four." He said, pointing to the hallway to his right, the Stag grunted, walking down the hall and into the room. A moment later, Corey the Boar appeared from the break room area down the left side of the hallway.

"We got work, boss?" He asked with a big gap toothed grin, that made him look simply mind. Something the big Pig certainly was not at all, he used the look to put furs at ease however he was very quick witted and good at this job.

The Horse laughed quietly, he knew that being the male he was Corey was really going to enjoy the Stag. "We do... In room four... enjoy."

The big Boar twisted his head, cracking his short thick neck, as he strolled purposefully down the hall to room four. Stepping into find a big handsome Buck sitting there waiting for him, a faint smile playing over the Pigs thick lip's. Now he understood why Jarrod had said 'enjoy', and it certainly looked like the Stag was going to be enjoyable. "Ok... Mr..." Corey looked over the limited amount of information he could find on his computer screen.

"Palmer..." The big sexy Stag answered, smiling pleasantly at the Boar not at all nervous or on edge. That was a nice change of pace, and the heavy pig found himself growing excited as he matched that smile with his own.

"Ummm so what exactly can we do for you today?" He was trying to be professional, there had been some complains about him from walk in patients before. And he didn't want to be forced to take a treatment himself, so was fighting with his own lewd nature.

"Well... I'm in love." The big masculine Stag explained, the heavy Boar nodding his head slowly still smiling... but didn't say a word. "The trouble is he's a very traditional kind of guy... he's not going to breed a male like me. So what I would like to do is a total feminization, you know antler removal to make me look more like a Doe. Mental reprogramming away from the masculine drives, into a more subservient male pleasing mind set. I won't need my male organs at all since he prefers to be a top buck; I'd like to have my penis removed so that he can rut my empty sheath hole." Corey was nodding faster as the big sexy Stag talked, this really was right up his alley in fact he'd already grown erect within his scrubs just thinking about it.

"We can make you sound more feminine as well... raise your voice a few octaves. And we've got a really good mental conditioning program, which will make a real male pleaser out of you." The Boar advised watching as the smiling Stag nodded his agreement, before adding that to the list of things to be done. The Boar really enjoyed using this option, because he always got the first go on the compliant sluts afterwards. "Well unless there's anything else..." The big Stag shook his head, so the big Boar ordered the Deer to get undressed and they could begin in just a few moments. "Just out of curiosity does he have Doe's already?"

"No... but I've made arrangements with him to take over my two Doe's." Palmer answered, making the big Boar leak pre-cum into his underwear knowing that this big sexy male was willingly giving up his male hood and his females to another male.

"He must be quite a male." The hefty Boar said with more than a bit of glee, this whole thing intensely erotic.

"He is a sexy beast." Palmer's words sounding strangely formal and stilted, almost robotic in nature.

The Boar licked his lips, leaning the Buck back and lowering the headset over his eyes. A few moments later, the Buck was grunting slightly, and the Boar knew that the system was putting him under and starting to work the reprogramming on his mind. There was a small beep from the system, and the Boar looked over, raising and eyebrow and bending down to the screen.

The computer system was flashing a warning, as it picked up something strange about the Stag's mind. "Probably Hypnosis." The hefty Pig muttered to himself, he'd seen this kind of thing when he was in training on the equipment. It seemed that someone had convinced this big Stag that this was exactly what he wanted, perhaps under the threat of some mental manipulation. But... looking at the big top male... the Boar shrugged, and just hit 'Continue' with a smirk on his lips.

The Deer found himself standing in a huge, white space as the system started up. He took a few steps, looking around, as suddenly a full length mirror seemed to appear in front of him. He looked into it seeing himself staring back at first, but then suddenly there was... his rival? N-no... no it was his male, standing behind him leering down at him lustfully. The other Stag pressing his mighty cock against the mirror-version of him self's ass, and Palmer could swear he could feel it. He looked back over his shoulder, seeing no one there at all...and then he glanced back at the mirror. He felt the big, alpha Stag grinding against his ass a few more times, the mirror-Buck moaning leeringly at him. Palmer felt a small needy moan pass his own lips, stepped back quietly grunting, weakly and rubbing his head confused and oddly aroused.

The entire situation felt fuzzy and confusing, but as he looked up he saw the mirror-Buck gasping and moaning as the big Stag behind him angled his cock into his backside. Palmer looked at the situation a few more times, blinking and then groaned as he felt the cock sliding into him as well a moment later. He looked back again seeing nothing, but somehow experiencing it as he turned back around.

His mirror-Buck self looked different now, both shorter and with spots along his hips like a Doe. A small, even tiny rack of antlers, and between his legs hung meaningless little genitals. Palmer reached down, grabbing his junk to make sure it was there, and once he was assured that it was, he looked up again. The big alpha Stag behind his mirror-Buck self reached down, cupping those pathetic pieces of maleness and rolling them in his huge paw, and Palmer felt how... small he was now. He shivered, licking his lips and starting to rock back against the phantom cock invading his tight virgin ass.

Corey watched the Stag on his table, beginning to thrust his hips back as he laid there. The table restraints had been locked onto that strong male body, the moment Palmer had went under. So it wasn't like he could thrash around and possibly slide off the table top, with his mind being fully occupied becoming a submissive Doe for some other male. The big Boar picked up a small circular saw, it screamed to life as he went about removing that huge proud rack of antlers. The symbol of a mature male cervine, the thing most obviously marking him as a breeding stud. The big Boar cut them off with a wide leering grin, tossing first one and then the other into the waste bin. Like most all medical waste at the center, they would go to the incinerator. Next Corey picked up the heated tool that was used to cauterize the antler buds, which would keep those antlers from ever growing back. His nose wrinkling at the scent of burning bone and cooking flesh waffled up to his nose. "Well there we go Palmer... you'll never sport those proud male appendages again." The big Boar snickered, knowing that the Deer would hear that somewhere within the VR world he was trapped in.

"You're going to look much more Doe like, for your big, top Stag now." Corey chuckled, moving back down that powerful male body, the big Stag was sporting a long thick erection that would do most any male proud. The big Pig reached out fondling it playfully, making it drip and ooze a string of slimy and obviously potent pre-cum. "This is going next." The big Boar snickered, as he lay out the surgical instruments he would need to cut that big cock out of Palmer's sheath. All the time knowing the big Stag had been hypnotized, into having himself converted into a Doe for some other male. "He's tricked you into being made his bitch." The big Boar whispered lewdly into the Stag's pointed ear, knowing that when the process was finished Palmer would be happy about that. And would never complain about anything the Boar might have said or did with him, before they were under he had to watch his words. "But once you're on my table... I can say anything I like to you slut." The heavy Pig laughed at his own words, his thick fingers fondling the Deer's heavy balls... fat breeder's balls. They would be useless, sterile lumps of flesh once the process was over... there only for his male to toy with. "And I'm going to fuck you so hard... before I send you home to your new mate."

Palmer starred hard into that mirror, looking at her slender new female muzzle... and antler-less head looking so pretty. "My... my you're such a cute little Doe." The big alpha Stag behind her moaned into that pointed cervine ear, as he rocked that soft slender little female body back and forth with his rough thrusts. "This is going next." The strong male grunted, as hot fingers toyed with that tiny male organ between her silky thighs. "I've tricked you into being my bitch." The strong handsome male assured her with a gruff laugh, a part of her mind already knew this of course. Had fought a losing battle against it, even while she had walked into the Pacification center and asked for it to be done. "But once you're on my table, I can say anything I like to you slut." A shiver ran down the small, meek, little Doe's spine, that huge organ pounding into her tight ass harder and faster. "And I'm going to fuck you so hard... before I send you home to your new mate." Palmer moaning louder as she felt a vague tugging within her groin, a part of her knowing that in the real world the bit that made her male was being taken away.

"Yes... Ohooo Yesss." The big Stag on the table was moaning softly, as the grinning pig cut through that firm male flesh carefully. Corey worked with practiced ease... he'd done this hundreds of times in the past twelve years after all. To big criminal predators and volunteer prey males alike, he was damn good at unmaling males because it turned him on. Corey picked up that big dissevered cock, holding it up to admire it for a minute before tossing it in the bin with Palmer's antlers. And then went to work re-configuring that empty sheath into a nice snug rut hole for some unknown male to fuck and enjoy.

In the system, the Deer was whimpering weakly, panting and groaning as she felt that phantom cock within him... Or... was he the Doe in the mirror? Palmer didn't know... everything was crossing over as the two became the same one. Now, instead of looking in at the weak Doe, he was looking out at the foolish male, the breeder stud that was being left behind as the process took its course. He felt that nice, thick dick moving inside him, and Palmer moaned as he thought he could feel himself cumming hard, only it was the system. It was all part of the perspective realignment training, mentally enforcing orgasms under certain circumstances.

Palmer grunted weakly, feeling the Stag behind him starting to fuck him again, feeling his prostate tingling. It was a worthless little nub really, since his true pleasure was in service to his male... that sensitive gland was bounced again and again. Palmer built up more and more, and at a hundred pokes to his prostate, he came again, shuddering and moaning loudly. Over and over, trained to orgasm in a specific pattern, one that could be easily replicated by most any male.

Soon, the Stag in the mirror was gone entirely, and Palmer was looking at a reflection of herself, feeling the big stud reach around her hip and push his thick middle and index finger down into that nice, tight sheath. Before massaging at it slowly and carefully, chuckling to himself in the most lewd manner. In a few moments, Palmer was moaning again as new a orgasm rocker her. She loved getting her sheath pussy finger-fucked, only a real males cock could be any better. It was perfectly sexy for a bitch like her, and exactly the kind of pleasure she adored. Palmer was panting, and after exactly seventy-five strokes, she orgasmed again. And then, the process began all over again repeated its self over and over making that soft body tremble in delight. She shifted slightly, panting as the scene seemed to rapidly change around her. Palmer was on her paws and knees, as two other Doe's stood starring down at her... His Doe's? No... her powerful male owner's Doe's were surrounding her, laughing softly.

"Our male got Pacified because he couldn't keep control of himself..." One of the sexy Does said laughing, as they both leered down at her in dark amusement.

The other pretty Doe nodded, her muzzle curling up into a derisive smirk that spoke volumes. "Amm Hmm... He couldn't manage to be the male we needed, and another stepped had to step in... His junior office assistant, a male ten years younger and not half his size and strength." And then, there was the stud behind her again, fucking her, rolling his hips as the little, broken Stag started to pant and moan softly, the cock sliding in and out perfectly. At one hundred strokes, and she orgasmed, like clockwork, and the process started again, repeating.

Outside, the Stag's big nuts were being wrapped in a tight, latex sheath that conformed to them perfectly, leaving onto two small holes. The Boar injected them both with a dark, blue fluid the big Hog had taken out of the instrument drawer. He was licking his thick pink lips, watching as the latex sheath tightened down slowly. Hormone treatment helped, but really it was dissolving part of the testicle that achieved that look so quickly.

Once he'd gotten everything on the Deer's list, he went over to the accessory drawer, deciding that a nice, ribbed sheath would feel good. And once he had it installed, he'd tell the Deer that she'd asked for it herself. It wasn't like she'd argue the point, once the mental reprogramming had run it's course.

Corey installed that soft ribbed texturing within Palmers sheath, lining it so that it could and would give the former males new mate maximum pleasure. It would take a few weeks to properly heal up for use, so he printed out instructions for the new Doe to give her Stag. Those instructions also detailed care and maintenance of that new rut hole, which the new Doe would need to, know. Softly the big Boar went down his list, realizing that he still had one thing left to do. Taking out jaw spreaders, he slipped them into the Deer's mouth wedging it open wide. Digging out his surgical laser, the big Pig thrust it into that gaping mouth. Burning into the former Stag's thick male vocal cords, to make them thinner which in turn would make Palmer's voice rise in pitch to something that sounded more feminine in nature. With that done and the mental reprogramming having fully run its course, he had the system bring the new Doe out. And then slowly pulled the headset off, the feminized Deer blinked her eye's as the light hit them.

"Easy... take it easy." The hefty Boar cooed softly to Palmer, his big hot hands gently stroking over that naked body. "Just relax... it takes a few minutes for the medicines to clear out of your system." His voice as happy... excited even as he spoke... his long cork screw cock straining at the insides of his scrubs. "Everything went very well... your now just as you were always meant to be." The former Stag was smiling up at him very happy; they always were after the mental programming took effect. "I've got good news." The big Pig explained with joy, as he pushed his scrubs down to expose himself to the new Doe... watching as her eyes widened at the sight of his hard cock. "Your Stag has asked me to bring you pleasure. Isn't that wonderful? He must really love you to do that just for you." The fat Boar lifted those long curved cervine legs, waddling up to that exposed Deer anus knowing it was going to be so tight.

"He's such a wonderful male... so big and strong so masterful... I live just to please him." Palmer moaned in that high pitch voice, it sounded so laughable coming out of the big former male... Corey had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. His thick fingers rubbed fresh lubricant into that soft, hot anus, and then guided his big twisted fucker into Palmer's tail hole. Making the former Stag moan out loudly, as that twisted Pig dick was slowly pushed inside of her. Corey wasting no time in beginning to roll his flabby hips, fucking that hot, tight, asshole lustfully.

"Oh yes I'm sure he is." The hefty porker moaned, while within his mind he counted strokes, slowly until he reached a hundred pokes to that swollen prostate. Watching as Palmers eyes rolled back and a wave of orgasmic pleasure made that big body quiver on the Boars hard cock. Corey chuckled softly that program never failed he thought; of course it would take the Pig a lot longer to get his orgasm. But the new Doe wasn't going to complain, she was going to cum about twenty times before the technician finally filled her ass with his cum.

Corey took his time really enjoying the new slut, stroking and fondling that ruined male body. Nothing got him off like this, which was why the big Boar didn't bother with a girl friend any longer. This job had ruined him for simply breeding, in fact he'd been thinking a lot about finding a male he could convert just like Palmer. Half an hour later the fat Boar at last orgasmed, and then helped the former Stag get dressed as her new gender. Before escorting her out to the lobby of the Center, watching as a kind of plain looking Stag came in to pick her up. He certainly didn't look like the male Palmer had been talking up since the first moment Corey had meet her. Smiling he waved to the new couple as they left, the small Stag laughing merrily as he took the big former male home to be his third Doe...

As Corey turned to go back down and get room four cleaned up and ready for the next day's work, the wagon pulled up outside. Two big cops climbed out one was a huge Rhino, the other a massive brown Bear. They moved around to the back of the van, and pulled a lean young Lion out of it. He had a dark almost black mane, and his fur had a rusty reddish tint... And while he wasn't actively struggled to get away, he was moving very reluctantly, talking very fast. It was all the standard kind of protests, mostly about how unfair this all was... the system had it out of Predators... He'd not attacked that stupid Wolf asshole, he'd just been defending himself blah blah blah...

While the Boar hosed out Room Four, the Lion was escorted into Room One, one made specifically for predators. The Lion was hefted in, and the big Bear pushed him down against the heavy table before the Rhino got the straps, working to get them around his wrists. Once those were strapped down, the rest was much easier. Thick, leather straps worked around his ankles, a series of nylon belts over his chest and thighs, then another over his brow. Once the cops were done, they sighed, shaking their heads, then stepped out of the room, glancing over at the Tiger who walked over toward the door. He waved, wiggling his fingers at them in a prissy kind of wave that made the cop wince. "Heeyyy, guysss." Lance said leeringly, his voice slightly mincing and definitely effected. He was advertising as loud as he could what he might be interested in, but the two cops were used to the Tiger, and they stood aside as he moved in, closing the door.

The Tiger looked over at the helpless Lion, grinning with square white teeth that were anything but predator like. "Hey, you." He said, removing his lab coat and looking at the Lion who was watching him in a kind of sickened fascination. He smiled at him, wide and warm, showing off his shortened and lightly dulled fangs. "I hope you're ready." The Tiger said, laughing excitedly as he thought about what they would soon get up to.

The Lion frowned at the Tiger, grunting and flexing his arms within their bindings. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me... a fuckin' faggot is going to do this shit to me?!" He shouted, his big feline body wiggling and struggling as much as it was able.

The Tiger laughed a little at these words, it was nothing he hadn't heard before, of course. The Tiger smiled down at the Lion, his happy muzzle a friendly mask of deception. "Hey, don't be like that." He said. "I'm gonna be getting to know you really well, after all." He said, looking at the series of procedures that was in store for the other feline, Aggression Therapy, Disarmament... "Oh, boy. You're getting Submission Therapy." Lance said laughingly, licking his fuzzy lip's as he flashed the Lion a delighted look. "I did that one, too." He said, laughing with an effeminate little twist of his wrist, making the Lion look confused.

"You what?" He asked, his huge yellow eyes going even more huge and round as he began to get ideas. "What do you mean?"

The Tiger grinned down at the helpless Lion, nodding his stripped head. "Well, when I firssst came in here, I jussst had a whole lot of really bad anger isssuesss... I lasssh out at ssso many people. But now, I'm much, much better." Lance assured smirking, as he watched a vague understanding wash over his handsome muzzle. "Hey, I know what'll help." The Tiger said, grinning wickedly with his dulled fangs as the helpless Lion looked horrified. "You jussst need to know what'sss coming."

It was plain the Tiger enjoyed this part of his duties, loved it in pint of fact. While the Boar may have been a filthy letch who liked ruining and fucking males, the Tiger was definitely interested in making the process as horrifying as possible for assholes like this Lion. He removed his shirt, and then slid over, cutting the Lion's shirt off of him. He smiled down lewdly at the big helpless Lion, enjoying the delicious fear on the others muzzle. "My chessst usssed you be asss big and ssstrong asss yoursss." Lance said, pinching one of the Lion's firm nipples before reaching for his own and tugging his, laughing as his soft chest gave easily. "Not anymore obviously."

The young Lion looked horrified, he'd always heard that Pacification was terrible but this was shocking. "W-what? What the fuck are you talking about?!" He stammered in sickened disgust, pulling futilely on the table's restraints.

Lance giggled very softly, and then grinned cruelly showing off his square flat teeth that looked so unnatural on a predator. The Tiger reached down, pushing his scrubs off entirely and then leaning up on the table so the Lion could see. "And you see these?" He asked brightly, reaching down and hefting his sac which was strange in itself. It was loose and fleshy, obviously made for something much bigger than what it held now held. "They still work, well kinda..." The Tiger laughed, fondling the tiny lumps of flesh within his voluminous scrotum. "My boyfriend likes feeling his nuts slapping against mine, at least." He mentioned, giggling softly, as his paw moved over to the Lion's helpless body. "When you get a boyfriend, he'll probably be into it too." The smiling Tiger continued, laughing softly as he saw the Lion's pale yellow eye's over very wide.

And the helpless Lion redoubled his efforts, grunting weakly and flexing as the Tiger moved down to cut off the Lion's underwear. "Ohoho, wow..." Lance breathed, admiring those big, fat, feline nuts and heavy sheath as the straight feline squirmed uncontrollably. "Hehehe... Shame you weren't a better furson. Hate to lose a set like these." The Tiger lisped, laughing and leaning in to get a nice smell of them as his patient grimaced in horror. "Ammm... You've got a good scent too." He mentioned, giggling when the Lion's shaft thickened up, pushing free from his sheath.

The Tiger loved doing his job in the nude at times, he moved over to tak a look at the list and smiling. "Good... Well... we wanna have you awake for as long as possible, so let's get your Disarmament done first huh." He said over to open a drawer with a series of claw clipper and tooth grinders inside looking them over slowly.

"Ammmm..." The handsome young Lion was blushing in shame and discomfort, at his own thickening shaft even as the fruity Tiger grinned at him. "That... that's not for you." The straight young feline snarled up at the Tiger, who was looking at him with a kind of dark amusement. The striped feline flicked his rough tongue out, licking along the barbed length of that throbbing Lion cock. Making the young Lion trembled in pleasure for a moment and then disgust as he thought about the faggy Tiger's mouth on his junk. "Get off me... that's not for you."

"Isn't it?" The Tiger asked teasingly, leaning down again to take another long sniff of those plump feline organs. Instead of taking out claw clippers, he decide to use the new acid method... it wasn't strictly officially authorized as yet. But it offered a much more permanent answer, to the question of a feline predators main weapons. The solution was injected into the flesh around those claws, the acid dissolving them from the roots. It was an intensely painful process, and when it was over it left only soft little fleshy scar bumps where the claws should be. "You're so lucky you got me." The striped feline chuckled as he loaded up a syringe, and began to make the injection on that first big paw.

"Owww... Owww gods that burns." The handsome young Lion squealed, suddenly getting a fowl chemical taste in his mouth. "Stop it... Please Owww fuck." He swore as the smirking Tiger moved on to his second big paw, already those sharp deadly claws began to fall out. The bases smoking slightly, as frothy pink bubbles started coming out of the holes where those claws use to be. "Fuck... Owwww Fuck me." The handsome young black maned Lion screamed, struggling and pulling at those restraints harder.

"I thought that was what I was doing." Lance purred in delight as he moved down to the Lion's foot paws, quickly injecting them as well. This making the Lion yowl even louder, which was one of the reasons why all these rooms were sound proofed. Setting the syringe aside the Tiger paused to fondle the straight Lion's hard cock as he watched the other feline buck and struggled in agony for a little longer. Taking out jaw spreaders, he slipped them into the young handsome Lion's mouth... wedging those powerful jaws open wide. Before he took out a large tooth grinder, it was just for blunt work taking the points off deadly sharp teeth. "Thisss maybe a bit unpleasssant." The wicked Tiger explained, he had a number of smaller grinders for flattening and reshaping, but that came later. He triggered the big grinder, and it shrieked to life making the bound feline on his table jerk at that sound...

The big Lion's eyes rolled, and he struggled against his bonds desperately as the faggy Tiger started to grind down his teeth. It didn't hurt at first, not until he'd gotten properly deep on them. The young Lion struggled, gagging slightly as the Tiger started to make his muzzle more suited for eating nice vegetables and fruits. He took down the shorter ones first. The fangs, always, required replacements. The Tiger grinned and got all those cute little fangs worked down, then reached for the more detailed ones...

Powerful, deadly, tearing fangs were flattened out nicely, as the high pitched whine of the drills made the Lion's skin crawl. There was some blood when the Tiger went too deep, but Lance quickly got some gel, rubbing it over the holes as he got the Lion's mouth into shape. He finally went around to all of them, putting a nice, comfortable cap onto each one. He pushed them down hard, snapping them into place, before cementing them there. He smiled as things settled in there, and then rubbed the Lion's jaws, laughing softly as the other feline shivered. "There we are..." The Tiger snickered, enjoying the look of pain and discomforted on the other felines helpless muzzle. "Believe it or not, that'sss the worssst part." The Tiger said, reaching for the pliers and wrapping them around one of those large, deadly front fangs. He jerked it back and forth a few times, and then gave a hard, loud grunt before brutally jerking it free.

The young Lion arched, screaming as the Tiger quickly discarded it, moving in a moment later to shove in the flattened replacement and bond it into place.

The Lion was whimpering, muttering 'peashe, peaseh!' over and over, but the Tiger ignored him. "Sssorry, hunnnn..." He call, plucking out the second one and replacing it in the same brutal fashion. "Thisss isss mandated by the ssstate... I'm not allowed to ussse Novocain. You'll just have to endure it..."

One after the other he took the Lion's fangs, replacing them as he went along. And then setting it all to the side, before helping the Lion rinse out his mouth, and then suctioned it clean. He repeated the process a few more times, and then smiled removing the jaw clamps. Forcing the Lion's muzzle shut, to make sure everything fit and the Lion could chew properly. Once he was satisfied, he rubbed the Lion's sore jaws almost tenderly with his gloved paws. "There..." He snickered, knowing the other predator had hated every second of it even as he asked cheerfully. "Isssn't that better?"

The Lion glared up at him, it had been the worst thing the young feline had ever experienced. "Fuck you, athhole." He said, his muzzle immediately reddening when that lisp slipped past his muzzle. The Tiger giggled with glee, clapping his gloved paws together and bouncing up and down. "Hehehe... See there? We're practically twinsss already." The glee in his voice told the Lion, that the Tiger had expected this reaction. Too difficult not to... without the same teeth, but of course Lance had done this hundreds of times.

The Tiger grinned, and delayed the Aggression Therapy that would have made most of this a more simple process yet again. "Time for your Sssubmisssion Therapy." The Tiger called out in a sing song voice, the glee in his voice making the young Lion very afraid. "You're going to be taught that you're not the biggest badest male anymore." He said, grinning and pulling a series of preloaded syringes out of a nearby wall mounted cooler. He smiled wickedly, looking over the helpless Lion and nodding his stripped head, before injecting the first one of the needles into the Cat's arm. "Now, you're going to feel a little funny." The Tiger warned, reaching under the table and pulling out a small bottle of lubricant. "But I promissse that you're going to love thisss, once I get done with you..." He promised, as his lips twisting up into a kind of gloating smirk as the young Lion shook his head no.

A sudden head rush hit the helpless Lion, as the drug coursing through his veins going straight to his head. Making his eye's roll around for a moment, and then he felt a tingling though out his whole body. It suddenly felt like he could feel every bristle of fur on his entire body; feel the air as it ran over and around them. "Wha... what'sss happening." He choked as every nerve ending in his body seemed to come alive, his brain flooded by sensation so intense it left him gasping for breath.

"Itsss wonderful isssn't it?" The big striped Pacification technician purred, recounting his own experience with the process. As the young Lion watched the smiling Tiger produced a bottle, and began to spread creamy goo over his hard organ. The helpless Lion watched him for a long minute confused, and then it slowly began to dawn on him. "Wait... you're not going to..." He hiss in shock and horror looking up in shock at the smirking Tiger, even as he moved up spreading the part of table the young Lion's legs were strapped down to.

"How elssse are you going to learn your place?" The grinning Tiger asked, moving up between those wide spread leg's to the firm round globes of the young Lion's ass. "You're going to love thisss." He promised, those fuzzy feline lips twisting into a broad smirking grin. Even as the young Lion on the table yowled his denials, struggling uselessly against the straps holding him down. The pointed tip of that hard feline cock rubbed against his hot pucker, making his furry body convulse at the powerful sensation. "Oh my you are a sensitive one... normally it takesss at leassst three injectionsss to get that kind of reaction. Lucky you." And with that the big lisping Tiger shoved his hard cock into the Lion's anus; it wasn't the soft penetration of a lover. It was the rough brutal stab of a rapist, but the drugged Lion still screamed out in pleasure.

"OWHOHOOO!" Glazed eye's starred up at the male inside of him, as a powerful wave of submissiveness crashed over the Lion's brain. Powered by the intense feeling of sexual pleasure radiating from his debauched tail hole, the Tiger grinning from ear to ear as he thrust into that clenching hole.

"Ammm sssomebody likesss it on the bottom... or in hisss bottom asss the cassse maybe." Lance was laughing now, at the way the oh so proud straight male was now moaning and panting with a cock up his ass. The Tiger picked up a second pre-load syringe and pumped a second dose into the young Lion's thigh. With his heightened sensitivity that tiny needle felt like a butcher's knife being plunged into his flesh, making the helpless Lion squeal in pain. But a moment later that pain had mixed with the pleasure flooding his mind, the two blending together so completely that he couldn't tell them apart.

"More... pleassse godsss MORE." The helpless Lion begged, making the Tiger laugh out loud as he rolled his hip's plunging his hard fucker in and out in a savage rhythm. Wishing he could cum inside that delightfully tight hole, but the Tiger was no longer able to orgasm just from penile stimulation. Still it felt very good rutting that hot hole, he could rut for days now without cumming. He had decided it was a gift more than a punishment; perhaps he would give that gift to this young Lion. He could if he choose to, or he could deaden those nerve endings so that feline cock would never feel pleasure again... a thrill of power raced through him. What should he do... be cruel or be kind, reaching up he touched the young Lion's cock as it bobbed up and down in exhilaration. He stroked a single finger tip down it, and the young Lion's organ exploded... gushing cum all over his belly and chest all the way up to his muzzle.

The smooth, barbless Tiger cock worked in the Lions ass still, not stopping even as the feline came, smiling down at him as the Lion moaned and quivered slightly. Between the drugs and his recent orgasm, the Lion was far oversensitive, his body being overloaded nearly as the Tiger wouldn't stop working his dick in his ass. The young Lion squirmed, but after a few moments, started to moan again softly. He was groaned, shivering.

"Sssay you love biigggg thick cocks." The Tiger murmured, his voice soft and deliciously mocking as he pumped his hard organ in and out of the Lion's ass.

The Lion shook his head for a moment, and then flushed as the Tiger didn't stop encouraging him. It took three or four hard thrusts into his oversensitive ass to make him mewl out loudly before giving in. "I love big, thick cockthss." The young Lion lisped, his tongue sliding past his teeth in a cute little sissified tone.

"If you want something even bigger than miiinnneeeee..." The Tiger teased, grinning gleefully as he rolled his hip's stabbing in and out a few more times. "You just have to volunteer for an upgrade on your processsing..." The Tiger said wheelingly, grinning as he felt the other felines body quivering in pleasure. It was easy to get someone to volunteer for more, when they were on the table like this. Most males that came in, got more than they were expecting, after all.

The Lion shook his head, but again, three or four hard thrusts later, he was whining loudly and squirming on the table.

"F-fine! I'll upgrade I'll upgrade!" He squealed out loudly, in between loud gasps of pleasure as Lance playfully slid his cock around.

"Perfect." The Tiger purred, tugging his cock free, and then reaching down below the table. He tugged up the large, thick dildo that was supposed to be used for this process... that the Tiger just happened to have forgot about for a moment. He rubbed more gel on it, and then let the big toy press against and into the Lion's eagerly trembling ass. The feline squealed softly as it was shoved into him, and then started to moan, the Tiger turning to a different drawer. Since the Cat was so sensitive, it made sense to him to get him an upgrade that would take advantage of that.

The Tiger pulled three sounding rods out of the drawer, walking over to the Lion and examining his bobbing cock slightly, nodding and selecting the middle one. He applied a little lubricant, and then grinned at the helpless Lion who was moaning on the table. "Get ready for your upgrade." He said cheerfully, slowly pushing the rod down into that thick, fat Lion dick as it bounced and bobbed up and down. The sensitivity drugs made the Lion squeal out... as his cock was being penetrated, and in his heightened state, it was fucking with him mentally more than anything. He shuddered as the drugs quietly made him start thinking of his cock as made for being taken instead of taking. The Tiger grinned at him, and then attached an electrode to the end of the sounding rod. "This might be a little uncomfortable..." He warning in a causal tone that in no way prepared the other feline for what he was about to feel surging through him. As the Tiger pressed a button under the table, and the Lion yowled as the electric shock shot down his dick, forcing him to flex painfully. And then again, and again the young Lion didn't know it, but the Tiger was giving him Protection Therapy for his upgrade... which almost always resulted in the male receiving it getting into chastity. Not because they wanted to, but because they felt the need to protect their dick from harm, and a nice, metal cage with a cap on the end meant that it would be safe. Of course, it didn't hurt that the Tiger was murmuring such things to him even as the current surged through his hard on.

"MMMMOOOWWW GODS!" The young Lion squealed out wildly, as a scent of ozone filled the room from the crackling electrode. It was a scent that would be forever burned into the young Predator's mind, and that scent would send a rush of fear through him until his dying day. "Ooowwww no please... it hurts so much, hurting my... my..." His thick organ which had been so eager only a moment before, now was trying desperately to shrink back into its sheath. To hide away and escape the agony of that moment, but of course the powerful surges of electricity kept that rut muscle hard... forcing it to be painfully hard. Ideas began to form in the Lion's mind... no it was words whispering in his head... 'Protection' that sounded good. 'Metal cage' Oh yes around his cock to protect it; keep it safe from being hurt... that was a brilliant idea. A steel cap to cover it... protection from all harm keep him safe... happy... safe... chastity.

"Dear me... you do ssseem to enjoy everything... who knew you were sssuch a ssslut." The lisping Tiger taunted, even as he slowing increased the voltage going into that hard organ. Then Lance picked up a third syringe, this time injecting it straight into the helpless Lion's groin. But disappointingly it seemed to have little to no effect, which happened sometimes with males who were sensitive to the drugs. Of course that meant that the overall effect would be longer lasting, the average male would feel the effects over a two or three day period. This fellow however would be super sensitive for weeks to come; the slightest pain would be agony while the mildest pleasure would make him moan in delight.

"You lucky boy." The Tiger hissed at last turning off the power, watching as the Lion's organ vanished almost instantly into his sheath. Lance stood there for a few minutes watching as the young Lion bucked and moaned on that thick dildo. Enjoy the sight of him trying to hump on it lustfully, until cum started to bubble out of the Lion's limp sheath. "Cumming without having you little winkie touched... you're going to make sssome top male very happy." The Tiger teased... his patient no longer trying to deny or arguing the point the Submission Therapy was doing its work on the criminal feline. "Sssuch a needy boy... I think thessse." Lance gathered up the Lion's hefty balls in his paws, rolling those orbs around in his fingers. "Need to be diminissshed." It was all part of the program of course; hormone levels were decreased to control aggression. He just wanted the young Lion to think about it a while, as he talked about his own tiny balls. How they had shrank so much, and how he hadn't received even a tenth of what was in store for the trapped Lion.

The Tiger smiled, moving properly between the mewling feline's legs, and then tugging out two more electrodes. He placed one over each of the Lion's nuts, and then got out two small, thin needles. He pushed them through the soft, metal covering of the electrode, down into the Lion's testicles, smiling softly and getting them in deep before patting them, making the Lion cringe.

"Pleathe," The big golden cat whimpered, shaking his heavily maned head violently. While the Tiger smiled softly, if he'd done the Aggression Therapy first, this wouldn't even be a problem for the Lion. But since the big feline had been so rude... well plainly the young Lion deserved what he was getting.

"No, no... Sssorry." The Tiger continued, chuckling and lifting the Lion's sac up, getting behind it with another set of needles. Jamming them into the Lion's hidden cords, making the over sensitive cat yowl and whimper. The Tiger nodding his broad stripped head, while smirking widely as he began to explain. "Now, the firssst thing we need to do isss make sssure you underssstand." Lance said wickedly, smiling down at his helpless patient as he went on. "You biggessst problem in life are thessse sssilly thingsss." He explained, giving the young Lion's hefty nuts a light slap, making the big feline wince in agony. "They're what brought out all your anger, all your bitternesss, everything." Lance explained, laughing softly at the other big cat, even as the Lion struggled hard. "They're your problem, your biggessst enemy asss the sssaying goesss." The sissified Tiger mentioned, pressing a hidden button on the side of the table.

The electrical current flowed through the Lion's sac, making his nuts pull up painfully tight against his guts. Forcing a whimper past his the other felines gritted teeth and making him shake and thrash lightly. He gritted his new teeth, panting and shaking in pain as the Tiger kept the current on for what felt like forever... but was really just a few moments. "Ohooho Gods... Ohohoo fuckin' hellsss."

When the electricity at last stopped, the Tiger smiled down at him in a strangely friendly manner. "Only nine more to go." Lance assured in a less than comforting tone, pressing the concealed button once again. This time however, he set the oscillating timer as he did so, moving to the side of get the latex nut sheath and chemicals needed to help the Lion realize his hatred for his own testicles. At the same time, he was queuing up the programming section of the processing for him... Aggression Therapy he selected 'deer' mentality, deciding that a Lion that popped his tail up when he was scared would be cute and let the program start to load. Normally, all of this would be done during the aggression procedure, but... well Lance was having fun.

"IIEEIEIEIEEE." The helpless Lion screamed so long and loudly, that his voice broke quieting to a harsh rasping gargle of pain. As he felt the slender needles that were thrust deep inside his nut meat, arcing and spitting voltage into that delicate flesh. That first powerful shock had felt like it lasted forever, but everyone after that seemed to double that forever. He tried to count them down, having heard the Tiger say there were nine more to go. But he soon lost count, as the agony automatically stopped and started thanks to the oscillating timer. The grinning Tiger's words filling his mind, whispering evil things about those male orbs.

They had always been very important to the Lion of course, he loved to rut some sexy female loved knocking them up. He had a couple of cubs already with different females, not that he ever saw them of course. But he wanted to sire more... wanted to feel some female in heat squirming as he filled her belly with his potent seed. Apart of him knew that wasn't going to happen ever again, he'd heard the other guys talking about Pacified males in the lock up. Most of them ended up unable to sire or unwilling to after these treatments, already his mind was moving away from breeding. The earlier treatments making him think about cocks... about pleasing other males and having his tail hole filled by them.

A wave of disgust rushed through him, before it would have been about the gay things he was thinking about. But now it was all about his balls, they disgusted him... and he felt a growing dislike for them. A growing distaste for breeding females, for cumming in general his earlier training telling him pleasure should all be able other males cumming inside of him. Those powerful jolts of electricity damaging the guts of his balls, slowly killing off their ability to produce semen. With enough treatments those balls would be ruined entirely, sterilized... rendered completely pointless and useless. What was the point of even having them, the Lion thought darkly feeling greater and greater dislike for those male glands.

After a billion years the system timed out beeping softly, the Tiger smiled moving down to examine those big Lion balls. "Looks like you're done... unless." He left it hanging for a moment, until the Lion at last broke down and asked him unless what. "Unless you think they need to be punished more." It really wasn't a question, and the extremely passive Lion knew that even as his own hatred of those balls boiled up inside him.

"Burn them off." He snarled darkly making the Tiger smile widely, and pat him on the cheek condescendingly.

"That's right... you learn quickly." Lance reset the oscillating timer giving the young Lion's balls another ten long jolts, the helpless Lion while not enjoying it seemed pleased to know those orbs were getting what they deserved.

Lance wrapped the young Lion's big nuts in a tight, latex sheath that conformed to them perfectly, leaving only two small holes. The Tiger injected them both with a dark, blue fluid he had taken out of the instrument drawer. The sexy striped feline was licking his lips, watching as the sheath tightened slowly around those abused balls. The strong chemical was slowly dissolving a part of those testicles; he let the grimly pleased looking Lion feel the burning for a moment. Before at last slipping that VR headset over the Lion's head, noticing as he did that the Lion's proud mane was already starting to come out in clumps...

The young Lion found himself on his back, laying in the VR simulator space. He was on a strange bed, warm and comfortable, it was nice, soft, it felt good. He looked up at the ceiling, looking into a mirror that was hanging there above him. seeing himself laying there looking back... maneless with a pretty white smile much like the Tiger working on him had. He smiled at himself a few times, admiring how nice his grin looked without those stupid, sharp things in the way. He looked handsome, he decided, laughing softly and running a paw over his soft, thin chest. Or maybe pretty... he didn't know, couldn't decided at first however things began to slowly make sense. Twisting in the bed, so that he could look at his sleek body in the long mirror.

He gave a soft rumbling purr that eventually broke into a startled cry, when he realized he wasn't alone anymore. He looked over, flushing darkly as a large, tall Bull stood up from a chair where he'd been watching. The huge bovine was nude, smiling lustfully as he walked over, the Lion folded his ears slightly, looking him up and down a couple of times. The big Bull sat on the edge of the bed, reaching over and cupping the Lion's sac gently. The feline cringed a little, feeling a stab of hatred for how big his marble-sized nuts were, and then gave a coo of pleasure as the Bull teased them. "It's a good look on you, babe. I think they're even smaller after your last treatment, and the guys at the center told you that wouldn't be possible..."

The Lion felt a burst of pleasure in his chest, laughing softly and bringing a soft paw to his muzzle. "Y-you really think tho?" He lisped... that lisp had never went away, he'd had it forever, and had come to love it.

The huge Bull chuckled softly, nodding his huge horned head as his hot hand fondled his toy. "Mhmm... What I love best is comparing them." The huge powerful bovine laughed, climbing up onto the bed and pushing the Lion down. Although it was a gentle, almost affectionate shove it still spoke of the others position in the relationship. The big Bull smirked and then rocked his strong hips, swinging his big, heavy nuts a few times letting them slap against the Lion's. The feline whined, and then purred softly in pleasure as the bovine sneered down at him. Getting his puny nuts battered by real ones, was important to the Pacified feline. He wanted it all the time, as often as possible just because it pleased him. The big Bull grinned down at him, reaching down and guiding his huge bovine sac. He pressed it against the Lion's, a soft laugh of delight escaping from him.

"Who has god nuts, and who has fag nuts?" The big Bull asked assertively, as the sissified feline's soft golden body trembled.

The young Lion blushed hard, squirming as he answered his lovers question meekly. "Bullsss have god nutsss, and I... I have fag nutsss." He answered the question like it was a mantra, unaware of the program training him mind and body at that moment. Knowing only that saying it felt good, pleasure surged though him as the big Bull smiled.

"Again..." The big Bull ordered, making the slender Lion shiver in delight, knowing he was soon get to feel the pleasure again.

The young Lion blushed, squirming a bit more, his tiny cock peeked from his sheath. "Bulls have god nuts, and I have fag nuts..." He murmured meekly, flushing softly as he felt that surge again staring up at the Bull lovingly.

"Again..." But this time the voice was different, the Lion looked up startled at the fur who spoke. It wasn't his big, hunky Bull boyfriend, it was his big, hunky Horse boyfriend. The young Lion frowned confused, but for some reason everything felt fine... more that fine in fact. The VR smoothed the ripples within his psyche, making everything make perfect sense.

"Horses have god nuts, and I have fag nuts." The young Lion looked up smiling at the sexy Stallion, even as the surge of pleasure raced through him.

"Again." The voice changed again, the speaker changed as well making the Lion blink hard. And now he was looking up at a big, powerful Ram who was so sexy and powerful. There was a constantly growing tingle under his tail, with each male he looked at firing a needful lust within the feline.

"Rams have god nuts, and I have fag nuts." And then it became a Rhino, a Giraffe, a Stag... finally it ended with a slim, sissy looking Rabbit.

"Again..." The Rabbit ordered, pushing his soft fluffy nuts against the Lion's loose sac and tiny marble sized testicles.

"Prey have god nutsss, and I have fag nutsss." The Lion said, the programming cemented nicely within his mind by this time.

"And what do you love?" The Rabbit asked, grinning down at the slender Lion even as he fondled those tiny organs.

"Ssserving god nutsss... I love ssserving prey..." The golden feline murmured, squirming as pleasure surged though him with every word he spoke. "Will you fuck me, pleassse?" The Lion begged weakly, so turned on my the conversation he was having with his lover.

The small Rabbit laughed, toying with the felines tiny spineless cock as he seemed to think it over. "We all will..." He promised licking his lips, as the Lion's muzzle twisted into a big happy grin. "Just roll over and get on your knees pansy. You're such a good, submissive boy..." The little Rabbit praised, forcing a soft moan of delight out of the big feline. The Lion's mind was suddenly assaulted, by both sexual pleasure and the joy of submissions. He was experiencing breeding, not a single session of sex between himself and a lover. But... dozens of lovers, over and over again he was being fucked into the bed by a Bull, a Rhino, a Horse, a Rabbit, a mounted by a single male. No, he was being mounted by everything, he was... Gods, he could feel them, he could smell them. They pulled out in different orders, and he tasted them each, his mind reeling as he shuddered, mentally trained to love their sacs, love being fucked by them, and love being used...

"You always wanted to be like this." All of them seemed to say in unison, making his whole being vibrate wilding. "Because you always wanted to feel like this."

The Lion was nodding and stammering weakly, drooling on to the pillow his muzzle was buried in. "Al-alwaysss..." He moaned, his body bucking and struggling to thrust back into those rough rut thrusts.

"Not just for us... for your ex-brothers in the predator community too." His lovers instructed him, all those voices echoing within his head as pleasure screamed through every nerve ending. "You wanted to be the least, because being the most was too much for you."

"T-too much..." The young Lion stammered in agreement, his mind had grown extremely pliable.

"You wanted this." They continued, flooding his mind and body into over load with the pleasure of that moment.

"I wanted thisss." The young Lion repeated robotically, his body trembling and sweating heavily.

"You wanted this..."

"I wanted this..."

"You need this."

"I WANTED THIS... I NEED IT!" As the young Lion shouted, the visor was pulled away from his eyes, his head rocking up. And then back down to the table as he panted weakly, the Tiger smiled down at him while rubbing his chest.

"There we go..." Lance murmured, the grin on his muzzle so wide it looked like the Tigers head was two different parts. "Now if you want, I have done the paperwork to put you in isolated convalescence while you recover..." The smirking Tiger offered, already knowing that at this point his patient couldn't really say no.

"Of course, thank you." The Lion agreed instantly, and then flicked his ears looking up at the stripped feline confused. "W-what's that?" The Lion asked softly, as those smooth paws stroked over the fur of his wide chest gently.

"Well, we hook you up to some machines and put you under for a few weeks. It's to let your body process everything. After all, you're a cute, pathetic little thing at heart, but in a big body like this one, you might get scared." The Tiger explained in a gentle voice, his muzzle only inches from the helpless Lions own. "Or confused." Lance added, starring deep into the other felines eye's as the Lion lay there panting for breath.

The young Lion flushed quietly, the others closeness was really turning him on. "I... I guess I could..." He stammered weakly, hoping the handsome Tiger would mount him again at some point. The once proud Lion couldn't refuse a request, not now after that level of treatment.

"Before you do, maybe you'd like to go and talk to the officers who brought you in?" The Tiger mentioned, watching as the young feline gulped and thought about it. "They're waiting in the private officer's room." Lance assured, as his paws began to unfasten the Lion's restraints slowly as the other feline moaned...

"I... I really thould..." The young Lion agreed sitting up and rubbing one paw through his mane, it came away covered in long dark strands. He shook them off his paw and watched as them fell slowly to the floor in fascinated.

"Oh but we need to get you cleaned up firssst tike." Lance purred quickly taking out a stiff brush; he began to brush out that mane into a collection bin. His charge still extremely sensitive, beginning to shiver in pleasure at the feeling of the brush stroking his scalp.

"Pleathe... call me Kyon." The young Lion asked, while all the time the Tiger was talking about how much better the young feline looked, when he was done there were only a few stubborn strands that refused to come out. Once that was done the Tiger moved his patient into the shower stall, washing away the strong scents or pain and fear.

Before drying that silky rusty golden fur, and spraying the young feline with a sweet Doe musk. This scent would help reinforcement his new identity subconsciously, with the near absolute destruction of the Lion's testicles his normal male musk was gone. They discarded the prison uniform that the Lion had worn in, dressing him in a loose fitting hospital gown. After all with the completion of his Pacification, the young feline was a free fur... his criminal record would be expunged. "Well don't you look nice?" The Tiger lisped, as they stood looking at the young feline in a full length mirror, they were both smiling widely.

"Thank you for everything." The Lion whispered shyly, giving the big striped feline a gentle hug which Lance returned softly petting his patient. Loving the profound change in the once aggressive young predator, he was utterly changed from what he'd been. And although he'd done this many times, it never failed to please the Tiger knowing he was putting these young furs on a better track in life.

"Oh I'm tho glad I could help you Kyon." The Tiger purred, clearly happy with the young Lion's new attitude and his eager touches. "Now let's go say hi to those sweet officers." The Tiger guided his charge out the door and down the hall to a private police only waiting room. Pushing open the two doors Lance waved, wiggling his fingers at the massive Rhino and the Bear "Heeyyy, guys, our friend here just wanted to have a few words." He explain, once again his voice slightly mincing and definitely effected it made the Bear very uncomfortable.

Both cops stood up walking over to greet the Lion, noting the spring in his step and the way he carried himself now. There was no doubt he'd been through the process, the Bear marked it off on his clip-broad. The Lion was no longer their prisoner, which made it perfectly legal to take him up on any offer he made. Some officers were comfortable with that others were not; it wasn't like the feline was a real male anymore.

"I... I'm tho thorry for the trouble I caused you." The young Lion apologized meekly, his head down in utter submission his body trembling as if wanting to run and hide. "If there's aannnything I can do to make it up to you... Please let me know." It was obvious what the Pacified feline was offering, the big Rhino twisted his head cracking his neck loudly. A wide leering smirk on his broad muzzle, he was still young this was only his second time escorting a prisoner in for Pacification.

The Bear had seen it more times that he cared to remember, it use to amuse him but now he just found it sad. Of course it didn't help, that his own brother had been caught up like this Lion on a minor third strike violation. Now he was living with some male donkey, and worked selling female clothing at some shop uptown. The Bear didn't see much of his brother, there was a certain shame attached to having a pacified relative.

Walking up the Tiger pressed a small tube of lube into the Rhino's massive hands; it was plain from the scent he was giving off that he was interested. The young Lion smiling his flat toothed totally herbivore grin, moving over to gently press himself against the big cop. The older Bear cleared his throat... noting the sweet feminine musk coming from the feline now. He exchanged looks with the leering Tiger, who had taken a seat nearby to watch. Moving over the big Bear sat down beside him, as they watched the Rhino open the back of the Lion's gown.

"You get off on this... don't you?" He asked the Tiger, who was sitting there with a big pleased smile on his handsome striped muzzle.

"I... don't deny that I get a certain... joy from my work." Lance admitted, as across the room his patient was lifting his tail for the cop who had bought him here. That Rhino cock was huge... but the pacified Lion took it in stride. The two of them soon bucking and rutting enthusiastically, Lance noticed out of the corner of his eye the Bear taking out his own hard organ.

"You want this..." A gruff breathless voice grunted, making the Tiger turn to look at him the big feline batting his eyelashes at the Bear. Before rolling out of his seat and onto the floor between the big Ursine's knee's, this was a rare treat indeed. Most of the time Lance only got to watch the action; he quickly took that big ursine fucker into his mouth. "Yer a pussy bitch... Aintcha?" The big Bear grunted, as he watches the technician sucking his fat cock somehow this felt more right that using the Lion.

"Yes sir." The Tiger purred happily around the thick cock in his mouth, watching out of the corner of his eye as the Rhino hammered that soft feline rut hole...