Disarmament Rehabilitation Program

The four guards guided the burly Lion into the lab, to undergo his ‘Disarmament Rehabilitation’ Program. Bulging out in all the right ways, with a thick dark mane and huge muscles. Rak’tharr the lion was the king of the lock up, and everyone knew it. The doctor, on the other hand, was as soft as the lion is hard. A broad, boneless face, complete with eyestalks, examines the warm-blooded mammal as he is led into the room. The guards shove the big feline into the room then back away their eyes never leaving him! Rak’tharr smirked even the screws respected and feared him! The guard exited, giving the two their privacy. And the slug bows, in his strange boneless way, most graciously. “Greetings, Rak’tharr…”

The big feline smiles a ferocious sneering smile at the soft-bodied doctor. This one was no threat the big feline thought at once… he could easily pulp that soft body with his bare paws! This 'Disarmament Rehabilitation Program’ was obviously going to be a joke! Just like locking him up with smaller weaker males, to stop him from raping and killing had been! “Ello…” The big Lion snorted dismissingly, as he strolled in and looked for somewhere to sit.

There was a simple medical table there, bolted to the floor; but able to twist and recline.

“Welcome to the Rehabilitation Program…” The slug droned dolefully. “I believe that you will find the next hour or so to be very pleasant, perhaps the easiest way to get out of prison you’ll ever discover.” “I’m going to start off by giving you a physical.” The Doctor explained the seeing the big Lion’s expression added. “If you don’t mind, would you please strip?”

“Yeah whatever… gets me outta here faster!” The huge burnt golden feline grunted, stripping off his dirty prison Tee shirt… then unbuckling his dingy blue denim jeans. He kicked them off neglectfully… having no fear of being naked, he wore no under garments; those only got in his way when he was horny! “So I complete this and they’re goina let me just walk out huh?” He grunted his mind running over the names of jurors he planned to pay a visit too!

“Indeed!” The slug Doctor agreed pleasantly. “You will feel like a new person, I assure you.” “A changed male… heh.” The slug’s eyestalks bobbed up and down the big virile male body, as he sets his clipboard down on the table.

“Oh I'm sure…” Rak’tharr sneered playing along with the crap… anything to get out! He had furs to do… and do brutally until they begged him to just rip they guts out! But he wouldn’t of course, because they’d be to full of his cum! And that would be just to messy…

“I’m going to take your pulse and temperature, first.” He explained as he moved up to the Lion placing a monitor clip on his finger. “That with record your pulse, temperature reading will have to be done… anally.” He explained professionally. “I apologize if it is an inconvenience or discomfort for you.”

The word anally brought the big Lion out of his day dream. “Anally… what you mean up my ass?” The big feline growled low and dangerously. “Aint no one ever been up this ass!” The big feline snarled ready to grab the slug and twist him in half… but then thought better of it. “No ones goina know… right… doctors are like lawyers they can tell nothin’!” The big Lion grunted, thinking to get out of prison he’d do about anything.

“Of course, my patients confidentiality is my own.” The slug assured. “It will be as unintrusive as possible.” “Although… if nobody has even been up your ass, you should consider also having your prostate examined!” The slug wheeled. “You wouldn’t want to have a surprise case of cancer, and it’s all very simple.”

“Yeah…” “That’s right NO ONE NEVER!” “But ok sure… you can do that too…” “Don’t want no cancers!” The big feline grunted knowing he wasn’t ready to die, and having enough sense to fear cancer. The slug has three long, thick fingers on each paw, and he moves behind the naked lion. One paw wraps around the long tawny tail, and pulls it up and to one side. The big tawny feline nodded, not really understanding everything the slug was saying about prostates. But did understand that he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about any of this ever!

“Very well… now just bent over the table… legs slightly spread, toes slightly inwards.” The slug explained as the Lion slowly took the position, but feeling decidedly uncomfortable he’d had far to many lesser males in it; and knew what it was for!

“I’m only doin’ this cuz I wanta!” He growled dangerously.

“Anytime you wish to refuse treatment you may… you will simply be returned to your cell.” “No questions asked and no ill feelings” “However I assure you, I am doing this only to help you.” The slug explained slowly, as one of the slug’s thick, slimy fingers presses along the lion’s ass crack, leaving a cool wet smear. Indeed the slug was leaving a trail on the floor over where he slithered, and his body glistens with the slime! He watches the cute tight button flex and flinch as the Lion reacts to the coolness. The tip of the long, tube like finger nestles against that hot sphincter. It touches, and pushes inwards not painfully at all. The slug, as the lion will find out later, secretes an enzyme that deactivates nerves from sending out sensations of pain. They can do other things, as well; all of which will be revealed soon. The lion’s anus spreads, with cold, wet, easily; the muscles being sedated and relaxed by the slime that soaks through the inner membrane.

“Ammm Hmmmm…” Rak’tharr snorts derisively, but maybe the doc was being honest… ‘He’s not a Con…’ The Lion thought, feeling a little better… until he realized that the slug’s finger was inside of him! It hadn’t hurt at all; in fact he’d barely noticed it! Without thinking the big feline tried to clamp his sphincters shut, feeling very upset that he’d been penetrated so easily! “Ahem… so how’s it lookin' no cancers right!?!” The slug Doctor probes deeper, the Lion’s hot ass feeling stretched, even if there’s no pain involved. The broad, boneless tip mashes against Rak’tharr’s over inflated prostate, and covers it in a wet thick slime. The slime is the equivalent of liquid catnip, one part Viagra, one part Prozac, one part ecstasy. The lion will be feeling really good, and really randy, in only a few minutes. The finger is withdrawn smoothly, leaving the Lion’s ass tingling and empty feeling. Rak’tharr moaned softly as the probing finger was swiftly withdrawn, the moan sounding decidedly whimpish and familiar! He’d heard it many times from his own rape victims… the sound made him angry. He wasn’t no ass slut! Still his ass felt tingly and empty!

“It seems you are completely without mars on your prostate…” “A very healthy… if, uh, enlarged specimen.” “I take it that, based on that and the engorged state of your testicles.” “That inmates are no longer allowed to masturbate in the showers?”

“Errr… what?” The Lion grunted looking at the slug confused for a second. The slug takes one of the lion’s paws, and pushes the fingers into his own palm. It feels cool and slippery, sheathing over those fingertips. “Unsheathe your claws, please.”

“Masturbate… hell I aint jerked off since I was a cub…” “I got cell bitches ta get me off, and I go about four times a day!” The big Lion boasted as he unsheathed his claws.

The slug nods in understanding, as the big predator admits to raping his cellmates. Lowering his head and kissing the lion’s paw, one finger at a time. He sucks on those fingers, his mouth very slick, gooey, wrapping around the finger in slug slime. There is a strange tingling sensation, as the claw detaches it self at the base. Coming loose in the slug’s mouth, before he moves to the next finger. The Lion not even realizing what was happening, especially with the tingling spreading through his loins and the beginnings of an itch from his rear. It’s been a long time since the Lion had been drunk, but that’s exactly what he was feeling like now. Drunk, happy, horny all at the same time!

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“Other paw, please…”

“Hehehe…” The big Lion chuckles as the slug’s mouth plays over his fingertip’s… but it is the feeling in his sheath that holds his attention! His big male organ is throbbing… growing… he’d only gotten off once today. Before the guards had put him in that room alone. He shifts back and forth from side to side, as the arousal in his crotch and the tickling in his ass grows more intense. “I got some other things ya can suck on.” He grunts sounding intoxicated, and happy as he gives the doctor his other paws. The holding cell is usually used for eight to twelve hours, before the prisoner is allowed to leave it. To help with processing and to make sure the prisoner is not smuggling anything, or is high. So the Lion is three loads behind, those loads no doubt burning holes in his nuts to get out. As the gel drys out against his prostate, it begins to itch something terribly, the Lion’s rump beginning to clench, wanting something back inside it. The other claws are sucked out of their sockets, and the slug subtly spits them into a baggy on the side, to be given over to the proper authorities later.

“Now, if you’ll have a seat on the table, and lift up your feet, so I can have a look at them…” The lion makes quite a sight, legs in the air, aroused crotch throbbing hotly, wanting attention all over. The slug rests a hand against the table, a fingertip nestling against that furry rump again. Rak’tharr was confused; he was not use to being in such a position! And even as intoxicated as he was, felt that something was very very wrong here! Even as he begins to rub his tail hole against the tables soft rubber covered top… moaning softly as he feels the slugs finger against his furry rump again!

“Uhum what are ya goina do now?” The big Lion moaned hardly recognizing the needy pleading voice as his own. The slug slithers that finger inside of him, the fullness returning! The big Lion gasps and moans in pleasure as the slug’s long finger slithers up into his formerly virgin anus!

The itch disappearing, as the slug reslimes that now very swollen throbbing prostate. The finger remains, and he begins to prod and poke it against the big Lions pleasure gland! Tingling bursts of pleasure filling Rak’tharr’s loins and belly. The big feline panting and begining to hump himself on that invading digit.

“Wha… what the fuck?” Rak’tharr growls confused by his own sluttish reaction… he wasn’t some butt bitch damn it! But it felt soooooo good and he needed to cum sooooo badly! And it wasn’t like the doctor could ever say anything… While the slug’a other hand moves to the Lion’s left foot, bringing it to his mouth. Where he makes a show of slurping on all five toes at once. Rak’tharr’s claws tingle, tickle as they slither out of their sheaths and are gone. Then to the other foot slurping it in the same, gentle way!

“Well… right now.” The slug paused then answered honestly. “I’m disarming you… rehabilitating you so that you can rejoin the populace!” “Tell me Lion, do you feel angry, violent right now?” The big Lion gasps and moans in pleasure as the slug’s long finger slithers up into his formerly virgin anus!

“Errr disarmin'?!?” The big Lion mumbles confuse and intoxicated too much, to really understand what the slug was telling him. “Nawww… I feel good…” “Damn good… just I aint sure… wha…” The predator’s toe claws are placed in a small bag, left to the side for processing, beside the first bag. The finger worms deeper, the greasy slime filling the Lion’s rump, making it oooh so slippery and inviting.

“I will need to examine your teeth.” The slug explained softly. “The easiest way to do this is with my own mouth… you understand?” He asked as the Lion nodded. “You may want to close your eyes, for this.” The finger fucks in and out, stroking the Lion’s big oversensitive gland, deep inside him.

“Wit your MMMMMOOUUU…” Rak'tharr repeats knowing this is very strange, and out of place sounding. But then he’d never been to a slug doc before! And for some reason he couldn’t understand he was feeling very… agreeable to anything the slug wanted! Laying back the normally very aggressive and dominant feline closed his eyes and opened his huge mouth wide. Suddenly a wet slimy toothless mouth presses in against the Rak’tharr’s own, and a broad, slimy, mucusy tongue press between the Lion’s slack jaws. Pre spills out of Rak’tharr’s swollen erection, pooling forgotten on his belly as his loins warm and clench with pleasure!

The slug’s mouth basically pushes into the Lion’s like a starfish, or like a very wide soft penis. It presses in, and begins to suck on one tooth after another, enfolding it and nursing. Wiggling them, as it goes, each tooth begins to loosen in its socket. Disarming the Lion, the slug tugs each soft, loosened tooth from the Lion’s gums, without even a drop of blood being spilled. He presses firmly against the Lion’s prostate, walking a fine line here as he emasculates the feline’s mouth. Rak'tharr pants and moans through his nose, bucking and rubbing his erection organ against the slugs slimy body. His hip’s riding that invading finger wildly, as the sensation of being kissed and fllled by that strange tongue makes him feel soft and sensitive for the first time in years. Teeth slurped out, the Lion is just a gummicat, now, with nary a blade or claw, fang or molar in sight! But he’s still dangerous in other ways. The cat’s teeth are spit into a bag, and put aside, as the slug pulls away to look at the cat’s exposed body. Legs spread wide, finger deep inside him, grinding over his gland. The other hand moves, to begin rolling those oversized, overfilled cat balls around, giving them some squeezes.

“Only one more thing to do, and you’ll be free to rejoin the outside world.” “We’ve got to lighten your load…” The slug’s mouth descends towards them… The Lion lays back stunned as the slug’s mouth is removed from his. He’s unsure of what is happening… but knows he’s feeling very very strange!

“Ammmm U'm nut suru…” He groans breathless and toothlessly, as he watches helpless to stop it. As the Doctor’s strange mouth slowly, but inevitably descends down over his crotch. Pausing just above those hot needy organs.

“Do you wish me to stop?” The Slug asks. “If you feel you don’t want the treatment… you are free to go back, and serve the remainder of your sentence!” He assures calmly. The Lion looks down at his cock, oozing like a jar of syrup onto his tawny golden fur, and then to the slug’s disgusting looking mouth. Down to his balls, which look tight and hard in their sac, soaked in his manly cream, then to that mouth! Finally, the slug spreads his thighs and pushes his hips up, his balls jutting against the slug’s soft lips. He watches, fascinated, horrified, aroused, as those lips move to chug those balls down into that wet, slimy mouth!

“Ahhhhhh… Nawwww give me…” Rak’tharr pants lustfully. “Give me the… the full treatment!” The big Lion begs, hips humping his cock against the slug’s head. As his big fuzzy balls are suckled and tugged into that slimy mouth! The mouth folds over them, intimately scouring them. And the Lion can’t help but feel his cock jerk up, as they are stroked and stretched and kneaded. They begin to tingle, something fierce, and then that finger pushes hard against his prostate. He feels his balls slide down, through his sac, which doesn’t make sense. But he feels them slide down and disappear; around the same time he climaxes hard! His cock twitching as spout after spout of sperm less jizm splats over his belly and chest!

Rak’tharr’s big powerful body jerks his legs straightening and kicking out, his back arching hips thrusting up. As his shaggy maned head leans back on the tables rubber padding… “Ohooo gods… Ohoooo yeah… that felt so good!” “I needed that so bad!” The big feline moaned… only just now beginning to wonder, if it was sometime a doctor was supposed to do for him. “Errr…” The Lion’s cock lays spent, thick and red and slowly growing soft. Over a perfectly empty scrotum, which tangles over a debauched anus! The slug does not spit its two morsels out this time; instead those disappear down inside of it! Along with all of the other prisoner’s organs who have been let out early due to this program!

“Congratulations… you’ve passed the Disarmament Rehabilitation Program!” The slug announced as his moved to leave the room. And as the four big, burly bovine guards strut back in… this time naked and grinning with big hard cocks! The Lion begins to realize what the slug has done to him! His ass is wide open… and all lubed up! And with no teeth or claws… or even testosterone left, there is not a thing he can do! As the four guards circle around him, preparing to rape the once king of the prison! “I’ll leave you for reorientation!” The doctor calls as he slithers out of the room while the guard’s chuckle.

“Lets get Rehornitatin’ boys!”

FIN