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Kitty Control Collar for Issy by Draconicon

The paperwork had been surprisingly simple when he was signing up for the trials. Isaac had thought that it would be some sort of incomprehensible mess like a lot of the different government sponsored things going on, but surprisingly, he'd managed to find a place that still believed in clarity over covering their ass so much. It was a nice change for the newly adult feline, particularly as he hadn't been having much luck finding work in the more...'modern' businesses.

Passing the paperwork to one of the nurses, he was given a dressing gown in return, and led towards one of the waiting rooms. The calico nurse smiled at him, telling him to remove his clothes and to put on the gown, and wait for the doctor. She pointed out the bin for him to put his clothes in, and he blushed.

"But when do I get them back?"

"Don't worry. We'll make sure that they're well taken care of. As long as the tests go well, you'll have them back in a little bit less than two hours."

"But -"

She walked out before he could get more details, and the cat shook his head. He blushed as he took off his shirt and shoes, placing them in the bin. It was weird to get undressed somewhere other than home or the gym, but he supposed there was no getting around it. And the doctor had probably seen plenty of people without their clothes...

It didn't keep his blush from getting worse as he pulled his pants down, folding them up and putting them on top of his shirt. His socks went next, and then finally his underwear, tucked in along the side to keep the still-childish design from being so visible. Isaac had never pulled anything on faster than he did the dressing gown, and he tied it shut as tightly as he could in the back, not wanting to embarrass himself any further than he had to. He held the back flaps as close together as he could as he walked the bin over to the door, and even then he was burning red when he sat down and waited.

Thankfully, he wasn't left to rest in his self-imposed shame for long. The doctor - a fox - stepped into the room after another ten minutes, bearing a box and a clipboard on him. Isaac arched an eyebrow, and the fox chuckled.

"Don't worry. It's just part of the testing equipment, nothing to be concerned about."

He hoped that was the case; he hadn't been told much, after all. He tried to relax, not something that was very easy to do when one was naked and someone else was clothed. The doctor put the box down on a counter and looked at his clipboard.

"Yes, yes. Your name is Isaac, right? Eighteen years old, all up to date with your inoculations and everything?"

"Yeah, that's right. What's -"

"Ever had any issues with obedamasmin?"

"I...I don't think so. What's that?"

"A component of the tests today. Nothing to worry about."

"I...I'm getting a little freaked out here, Doctor...?"

"Doctor Rankin."

"Doctor Rankin. Nobody's telling me what's going on."

"Well, let me help you out with that a bit."

Isaac felt a bit relieved at the promise of an explanation, and sat back a bit more in the exam chair. The fox grabbed the box and opened it, and to the cat's surprise, pulled out a collar. His shock must have shown on his face, because the fox chuckled.

"You'd be amazed the things that people invent around collars."

"I thought you mentioned some sort of medication. Obe-something or other?"

"Yes, it's something that's inside the collar. That, and a few other chemical compounds, are inside a number of cylinders in the band. See?" The fox held it out, turning it from side to side. "A couple of openings on the inside of the band, and an extra-thick band, allows for plenty of space and dispersal options."

"But...what does it do?"

"Mostly, it helps keep the wearer subdued. If you think about it, there are a number of highly excitable pets, and a number of them get away each year because they slip free of their leashes or their master's control. If we can give the younger generation time to learn how to control their pets -"

"There'll be fewer ones run over and lost..."

"...Yes. Precisely."

The fox nodded.

"Now, if you'll just lean forward, I'll put it on you."

"It, uh, won't do anything but make me tired, right?"

"That is one of the primary functions, yes. There may be other side-effects, but we need to test that to find out. And it helps if you don't know what they are, otherwise you may project them as a 'fake' symptom. You understand, I'm sure."

Nodding, Isaac leaned forward as he was told. It felt like he was offering more than just his neck here, but he pushed the feeling away. It was just an experiment. He didn't have to worry. There was nothing happening that he needed to be concerned with. All he had to do was go along with this, and everything would be alright.

Still, he couldn't stop a shiver from running down his spine at the first cold touch of the collar on the back of his neck. It felt...wet, if anything, and he wasn't sure that he liked the way that the chemicals were being allowed to soak into his neck like that. He forced himself to stay still as the surprisingly light, if thick, band was wrapped around his neck, and finally latched together in the front.

He sat up again, but almost immediately slumped into the chair. He could feel his body shaking and trembling as the chemicals sank into him, his forehead breaking out in a sweat as he was left feeling chilled and cold. The fox watched him intently, but Isaac couldn't even summon the energy to open his mouth to speak.

He sunk deeper and deeper into the chair, almost like it was a bed. His eyes closed down to little more than slits as he absorbed the chemicals, and he wondered how in the world a pet could function like this. It would be like drugging them with all sorts of sedatives and expecting them to play like a puppy. It was -

"Please stand up."

No sooner had the words been uttered than the cat was on his feet. He blinked, sleepily, but he realized that he'd responded with plenty of energy. It was just that he couldn't maintain it. He slowly turned his head -

"Run to the door and back."

Again, his body suddenly moved, Isaac utterly shocked at the sudden burst of energy he felt when he was following an order. It was like his body went from utterly exhausted to utterly energized, depending on whether he had something that he needed to do or not. The cat returned to the doctor, starting to mumble.

"R-rai...rai...raise -"

"Raise your hands and shake them back and forth."

Up they went, and they shook back and forth as the doctor fox had asked. Isaac stared helplessly, feeling a surge of fear. It was muted beneath the chemicals, but it was there, nonetheless, as Doctor Rankin wrote on his clipboard.

"Subject is responding well to both sedatives and will dampeners. Small segments of will seem to remain, but should be damped down within a few hours."

Isaac couldn't understand what the doctor was talking about. All he knew was that he could hardly move. He looked the doctor in the eye, almost begging for another order, needing something to keep his energy up.

"Turn around, and jump up and down."

The cat did as he was told again, the embarrassment from before buried under the mix of lethargy and energy that swirled around in turns inside him. He leaped as high as he could, feeling the gown come up along his back on his way down before it collapsed as he jumped up again. Up and down, up and down, each time feeling the gown expose his ass a bit more. He didn't even know what it meant; it just was something he felt as the gown slid along the curve of his rump, and -

"Stop."

Isaac froze in place, staring straight ahead. Even as the fox's hands grabbed hold of his ass and squeezed it, he kept staring straight ahead. It was like he couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't even imagine himself doing something without the orders of someone else. Even the fox's hand on his ass, squeezing, rubbing his ass cheek didn't register as anything more than momentary tactile stimulation, lacking context or anything that would tell him what it meant.

"Bend over."

Isaac's body acted before he could process what it meant, and then the order was forgotten, his mind blank, tired, and waiting for something else. He looked ahead obediently as something soft, then hard pressed against his backside, rubbing his hole lightly as he felt his ass cheeks being spread.

"Loosen?"

It was stated like a question, but he couldn't help but try and follow the order. It wasn't so easy, but he slowly felt like he was getting looser. He couldn't have said how he had done it, or how he could do it again, but his hole felt like it was becoming looser. And it certainly seemed to help his commander, his...his master, as something slid inside of the cat's hole.

"Oooh god...you are so tight."

The cat said nothing.

"Right...there is that little issue. I'll have to note that down. Alright. Fuck yourself on my cock."

His body responded right away, shocking the doctor behind him as he started sliding back and forth hard and fast. The thick rod inside of him was big enough that he could feel it, but the connotations of what it was didn't penetrate him so far. All he knew was that he was following the orders of the master, and that was all he needed to do.

Soon, the master stopped holding him, leaning against a nearby wall. The cat never stopped bucking back, his body on autopilot to follow the orders of the master. Back and forth, back and forth, taking the shaft as far in as he could, pushing back until he could feel something furry and low hanging swing forward to smack against him.

He kept obeying until the master leaned over him, grabbing him tight.

"Cum with me! Cum with me!"

Isaac gasped as he was forced over the edge by command alone, his cock spurting down into the front of the dressing gown. The cat collapsed as the fox pulled out, the orders run out and the lethargy returning. He kept laying there, despite the slimy feeling against his front, as the doctor muttered behind him.

"Very obedient...but must do something about the soporifics...Nurse! Clean up this mess."

The End