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Can't afford full mods? No wonder no one ever comes to visit that place!\" One with a snake tongue retorted causing another burst of laughter from the group. It was pointless to further humiliate herself so she decided to move on.\n\nLina’s cheeks burned as she turned away, clutching the crumpled flyers to her chest. The train’s lights flickered overhead, casting elongated shadows across the floor as she shuffled toward the next car. A woman with iridescent butterfly wings glanced up from her tablet, her pupils dilating slightly, a modded reflex no doubt, before dismissing Lina with a flick of her wrist. The doors between cars shuddered open, releasing a gust of metallic-smelling wind that tugged at Lina’s skirt.\n\nShe steadied herself against a pole, her fox ears flattening instinctively as the train swayed. This city sucked, ever since the mods had become mainstream it seemed nearly everyone had them and thus a place like the Furry Café wasn't considered special anymore.\n\nThe train ground to a halt at the next station, and Lina stumbled forward, her shoulder bumping into a man with synthetic silver-furred arms. He didn’t even glance at her, too busy adjusting the glowing neural interface embedded in his temple.\n\nThe doors hissed open, flooding the car with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and fried synth-meat from a vendor outside. A new wave of passengers surged in; a harried mother with twin toddlers sporting temporary kitten-ear mods (probably cheap weekend rentals and clearly fake compared to the real thing), a cluster of corporate types with identical chrome talons tapping at wrist-comm units and a lonesome figure, their face obscured by the hood.\n\nThe hooded figure shifted slightly as the train lurched forward again, their partially gloved fingers tightening around a rusted support rail. Lina caught a glimpse of jagged, mismatched claws, clearly black-market mods, the kind spliced together from scavenged gene-kits or that of experimental and stolen drugs. A stale, musky scent wafted from their frayed sleeves, something organic beneath the synthetic leather.\n\nOne of the corporate types wrinkled their nose and edged away, their chromed talons retracting in distaste. The figure’s hood tilted just enough for Lina to spot a sliver of mottled, scale-patched skin and a single, unnaturally bright eye. Definatly black market, she didn't want trouble but she felt intrigued.. she liked the look of hybrids and the black market was a lot cheaper than those on the regular market. Perhaps they could point her in the right direction..\n\nShe aproached the figure who took out one of his earbuds indicating they where willing to listen to what she had to say. \"Having trouble getting rid of those flyers? Just toss them in the bin and say you where done, that's what I used to do anyway.\"\n\nThe figure’s voice was a low rasp, like dragging something heavy over concrete. Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the crumpled flyers. The train’s hum deepened as it plunged into a tunnel, bathing the car in flickering emergency lights that made the stranger’s scaled knuckles gleam like oil-slicked metal.\n\nUp close, the scent was sharper, something fermented, like cheap gene-brew sweating through porous skin. The hood shifted again, and this time she caught the full glint of that unnatural eye: a vertical slit pupil swimming in amber, the edges stitched with haphazard circuitry that pulsed faintly. Black-market anthro mods but mixed with tech-mods. They where a mix-match of hybrid and cyborg.\n\n\"I-i was wondering i-if you knew where I could get some cheap mods?\" She stammered with a whisper.\n\nThe hooded figure exhaled with a slow, rattling breath that smelled of alcohol and damp fur. Their mismatched claws twitched, one finger extending to tap against Lina’s wrist. The contact sent a jolt through her, static clinging to her skin like a residue.\n\n\"Cheap mods, huh?\" The voice was still rough, but amusement threaded through it now. The figure tilted their head, the hood slipping just enough to reveal a jagged, cybernetic jawline beneath. \"What makes you think I know where to find those, do I look cheap to you?\" They chuckled.\n\nLina swallowed hard, her fox ears flicking back.\n\n\"N-no that's not what I meant, i..I just..n-nevermind..\"\n\nThe figure roughly exhaled through their nose before reaching into their coat. Lina flinched, half-expecting a weapon, but they only withdrew a dented metal card, its surface scratched with a crude paw-print logo.\n\n\"Third alley behind the Neon Rat,\" they muttered, pressing the card into her palm. The edges were sharp, the metal warm from being tucked against skin. \"Ask for Doc. Say the rusthound sent you.\"\n\nThe train shuddered to a stop, and the figure straightened and prepared to head out.\n\nThe card bit into Lina’s palm as the rusthound shouldered past, their heavy boots thudding against the grime-streaked floor. The doors hissed open, flooding the car with the acrid tang of ozone gas and synth-meat vendors. She caught one last glimpse of their silhouette jagged mods glinting beneath frayed fabric before they dissolved into the neon-drenched crowd.\n\nHer fingers trembled as she tucked the card into her pocket, the metal already leaching warmth into her thigh. The train’s speakers crackled, announcing the next stop: Neon district.\n\nShe would have to decide whether to continue working or seek out the Doc. But after a brief moment of consideration, she had an idea, why not both? Perhaps handing out flyers away from the Café would yield better results, plus she'd have an opportunity to check out the place mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nThe train stopped at the neon district, another gust of ozone and synth-meat mixed with rain flooded into the cabin as the doors opened, and she stepped out.\n\nLina’s boots clicked against the rain-slick pavement as she stepped onto the neon-lit platform. The air here was thick with the sizzle of deep-fried synth-meat and the acrid tang of ozone from flickering holograms. A vendor’s stall to her left pulsed with a dulled pink light, advertising \"FRESH GLOW-GILLS~50% OFF~!\" The fish in the tank had bioluminescent scales that throbbed in time with the bass from a nearby club.\n\nShe hesitated, glancing back at the train as its doors hissed shut. It appeared she was the only one out as this district was known for its illigal wares and activities and equally known for its pick pockets, luckily she only had flyers she'd be more than happy to be rid off.\n\nAt least it wasn't raining anymore so there was no need for her to stash the flyers or stay underneath the roofed station, her eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for the landmark mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nLina’s ears twitched at the distant thrum of bass, her nose wrinkling at the scent of smouldering synth-grease and something metallic beneath it like old blood or rust, perhaps the meat from the grill was a half-half.\n\nThe station’s flickering holosign painted the puddles in shifting colors: neon pink, then bile-green, then a sickly violet. She stepped forward, her boots squelching on gum-studded pavement, and nearly tripped over a discarded needle, its edges crusted with bio-gel.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as she spotted a lone figure leaning against a flickering ad-column. An odd looking synth-junkie with rabbit ears twitching under the strobing neon. Their pupils were blown wide from cheap ocular mods, reflecting the distorted glow of a nearby \"SLUTCO: UPGRADE YOUR PLEASURE!\" hologram.\n\nShe stepped closer, the damp concrete sticking to her boots with each hesitant movement. The junkie’s nostrils flared as they caught her scent. Before they could slink away, Lina thrust a flyer between them, the paper trembling slightly in her grip. \"I-I'm looking for mods\" she stammered, reaching for the metal in her pocket.\n\nThe rabbit-eared junkie’s pupils contracted for a split second, their nose twitching as the flyer crinkled under their clawed fingers. Lina caught the glint of subdermal circuitry pulsing beneath their grime-streaked throat. Black market work, sloppier than the rusthound’s.\n\n\"Mods, huh?\" Their voice crackled like a damaged vocoder, laced with the wet gurgle of an out of sync larynx implant. A pink-tinged tongue darted out to lick chapped lips, smearing synth-grease from the half-eaned glow-gill skewer clutched in their other hand.\n\n\"I-I..never mind\" she murmered, leaving the junky behind, just as she turned she noticed the sign she had been looking for: \"NEON RAT-BETTER THAN THE CAT\"\n\nThe words flickered in jagged, acid-green holographic letters, half-drowned in the neon runoff bleeding from the surrounding ads. The building itself was wedged between a leaking noodle stall and a boarded-up pleasure-clinic, its facade layered with decades of peeling decals and graffiti tags, most of them crossed out with fresh, angry slashes of paint. She headed down the corridor and walked till she reached the third alley, it had to be around here somewhere..\n\nThe third alley was narrower than the others, the walls pressing in close enough that the glow from her wrist-comp cast jagged shadows across graffiti-scarred pipes dripping with condensation.\n\nShe kept walking till she noticed a door slightly ajar, it wasn't open before.. or perhaps she hadn't noticed it then but this could be the place she needed to be, it was her best bet for now so she peered inside.\n\nThe door creaked as Lina nudged it further open with her boot, releasing a puff of stale air that smelled of sterilized metal and something sweetly chemical. Like synthetic cherries left to rot in disinfectant.\n\nFlickering amber emergency strips cast jagged light across a narrow hallway lined with peeling safety posters, their edges curled and yellowed. One depicted a cartoon horse-girl winking beside the words \"M.A.R.E. Inc. Reminds You: Consent is Sexy! (Terms and Conditions Apply)\".\n\nA drip echoed from somewhere deeper inside. Lina’s fingers brushed the rusting doorframe, feeling the grit of decades-old paint flakes. She hesitated, this was Doc’s place? She knew nothing about the black-market was glamorous but this wasn't the place she'd be comfortable getting modded at.\n\nJust as she was about to turn around the door opened by itself, revealing a much cleaner and modern-looking interior, like the waiting room at the hospital. This was worth investigating, so she stayed and headed further inside.\n\nThe room was small, but there was a small bench enough to seat two to three people. There was a reception but it seemed deserted for the moment, a camera light blinked in the corner of her eye and she noticed a sign on the reception desk that read: \"Take a seat, we'll be with you shortly.\"\n\nLina’s fingers drummed against her thigh as she perched on the edge of the bench, the synth-leather squeaking under her weight. The antiseptic glow of overhead panels made an abandoned coffee cup look radioactive, a thin skin of iridescent oil swirling on its surface.\n\nA ventilation duct above her head exhaled a stream of artificially chilled air that smelled faintly of burnt sugar.\n\nThe camera’s red light pulsed again like a lazy heartbeat. Somewhere beyond the frosted glass door behind the desk, a hydraulic mechanism hissed and a mechanised door opened. Out came someone clad in a sterile looking latex suit, completely white and tight enough to accentuate every curve.\n\nIt was a tall zebra woman with a long braided mane, her smile was as white and polished as her suit, arteficially so but at least clean compared to the slump outside wich gave Lina a glimmer of hope and comfort.\n\n\"How can I help you?\" The woman asked, a clear bulge vissable in the area of the nether region that indicated there was more to her than just lady bits.\n\nThe zebra woman’s tail flicked behind her as she leaned slightly against the reception desk, the latex of her suit creaking with the movement. Lina’s fingers tightened around the crumpled flyer still in her hand, the damp paper sticking to her palm.\n\n\"Um,\" Lina started, her voice smaller than she intended. \"I was told—well, someone mentioned...Doc could help with… modifications?\"\n\nThe zebra’s ears twitched, her smile never faltering. \"Ah. A referral.\" She tapped a clawed finger against the desk’s surface, the sound crisp in the sterile air. \"May I ask who referred you and what kind of modifications we are discussing today?\"\n\n\"R..rusthound, h-here!\" Lina replied, retrieving the metal tag from her pocket and placing it on the counter, the zebra's eyes scanned it with renewed interest. \"Ah.. it's been a while since seeing him, how is he?\"\n\nA moment of silence passes before Lina answers: \"I-I don't know him, I bumped into him on the train while looking for well.. you see.. I..I would want more mods..a-any mods.. I'd like to become a full fur hybrid.\"\n\nThe zebra woman’s polished smile softened at the edges, her striped ears pivoting forward with interest. She plucked the rusthound’s tag from the counter with delicate precision, her clawtips clicking against the metal before tucking it into a hidden seam of her suit.\n\n\"Full hybrid conversion,\" she mused, tasting the words in her mouth, Tail swaying in a slow arc behind her. \"Ambitious for a first-timer.\" A soft hum emanated from the frosted door as it slid open another inch, releasing a whisper of warm air that carried the scent of ozone and something unnervingly organic.\n\n\"Shall we head to my office to discuss these desires of yours? I can show you some of my work~\" The woman added with another one of those arteficially enhanced smiles.\n\n\"S-sure\" Lina stammered, after a gesture of the zebra she turns and heads towards the office.\n\nThe frosted door hissed shut behind them, a space that felt both clinical and strangely intimate. Glass cabinets lined the walls, their interiors illuminated by soft violet lighting that made rows of suspended bio-samples glowing like exotic liquor. A large holoscreen flickered above an obsidian desk, displaying rotating schematics of skeletal structures morphing between human, anthro and quadruped forms.\n\nThe zebra woman gestured to a plush examination chair, its surface covered in what looked like black memory foam that shifted slightly under Lina’s weight as she sat. A tray of gleaming instruments sat nearby, their polished surfaces reflecting the neon pulse of the district outside through slatted blinds.\n\n\"My name's Debrilosia but you can call me Doc\" The zebra hummed like a song as she sat behind her desk, tapping away at the keyboard as a screen lowered itself from the ceiling. \"We'll go over your current form first.. please remain seated while I scan you so we can discuss what changes you'd like.\"\n\nThe chair molded itself around Lina’s thighs as Debrilosia’s claws danced across the holoscreen, pulling up a rotating wireframe of Lina’s unmodified form. The scan prickled across her skin like static, raising the fine hairs on her arms.\n\n\"Fascinating,\" the zebra murmured, tilting her head as biometrics flickered in amber glyphs. \"No prior mods.. except for the ears of course—no subdermal ID. You really are a blank canvas.\"\n\nA drawer slid open on the side of the chair revealing a document, Debrilosia came over to discuss the details and contents of it with Lina.\n\"You mentioned lacking the funds to pay for these mods—\"\n\nConfusion expressed itself on Lina's face \"I didn't..\"\n\nDebrilosia quickly corrected herself: \"I'm sorry, I just assumed..\" But this was a lie, while scanning her biometrics her government profile had been pulled off the black market revealing all sorts of information about Lina, her current marital status, housing and balance of funds.. Debrilosia continued: \"Most that come here do, I see so many faces these days they all just blur together forgive me, allow me to explain the contract I've pulled up for you;\"\n\nThe holoscreen flickered, projecting a dense wall of legalese in front of Lina. Debrilosia’s claw traced a highlighted clause—\"Voluntary Genetic Reconfiguration (Tier III)\" —the text pulsing faintly as her nail scraped the holographic surface.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as subclauses unfurled beneath it in cascading indigo script, detailing things like \"adaptive epidermal restructuring\" and \"neural compatibility assessments.\" The air hummed with the low thrum of machinery hidden behind the walls.\n\n\"To spare you all the boring details and legal formalities there is always a chance of things going wrong when doing something like surgery or modding, luckily for you this contract covers any such incident wich is only a 0.09% proberbility to begin with. It also covers payment options for those that can't afford to pay right away but won't cause you to go into financial trouble. And most importantly it has no limit to the amount of mods you'd like to undergo granted you take at least 2 of the equine catalogue, I'll pull it up for you after signing, I can't disclose any of my work without you signing this contract as it also legally binds you not to disclose you getting these mods for essentially free.. but we'll get to that later.\"\n\nLina is immediately overwhelmed by the barage of words coming from Debrilosia and simply nods along, there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with what's being said as she briefly reads through the contract. \"Sure I'll sign it\" Lina says.\n\nThe holoscreen shimmered as Lina pressed her thumb to the biometric signature pad. A warm tingle spreads up her arm, not entirely unpleasant but unsettling in its intimacy, like being touched by something unseen.\n\nDebrilosia’s ears twitched as the contract dissolved into pixels. \"Good,\" she purred, tapping a claw against her desk. A panel slid open beside Lina’s chair, revealing a tray with a single syringe filled with pearlescent fluid. \"We’ll start with the neural primer. It’ll help your brain adapt to the new sensory inputs.\"\n\nAnother expression of confusion, underlined with panic, paints on Lina's face, and as she's about to protest and get out of the chair, restraints pop around her wrist, the material around her legs tightens, and Debrilosia smiles with that same polished smile as before.\n\nThe restraints clicked softly, more like jewellery fastening than prison locks, but Lina’s pulse still thrummed in her throat. Debrilosia’s smile didn’t waver as she lifted the syringe, the pearlescent fluid inside catching the light in oily swirls.\n\n\"Relax,\" the zebra murmured, her voice smooth as the hum of the hidden machinery. \"This part is just to make sure your nervous system doesn’t reject the modifications later. Think of it as… a friendly handshake between you and the changes to come.\"\n\nThe needle glinted as it neared Lina’s forearm.\n\nThe needle slid into Lina’s skin with a whisper of pressure, cold at first, then blooming into a strange warmth that radiated up her arm like liquid sunlight. She gasped as the fluid dispersed through her veins, carrying with it the faintest metallic aftertaste on her tongue like licking a battery or a spoon for too long.\n\nDebrilosia withdrew the syringe, her striped fingers deftly capping it before setting it aside. \"There,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. \"Not so bad, was it?\"\n\nLina’s fingers twitched against the restraints as the warmth spread deeper, settling into her bones. \"It was just a bit sudden, a-and I don't like needles.\n\nDebrilosia chuckled softly, the sound like rustling silk as she stroked a finger along Lina’s forearm. \"Oh, sweet thing, that’s the easiest part,\" she murmured. The zebra’s tail flicked idly as she turned toward a sleek console embedded in the wall, her claws tapping a sequence that made the holoscreen flicker to life once more.\n\nA three-dimensional model of Lina rotated slowly, muscle fibers glowing beneath digitised skin.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the warmth in her veins pulsed in time with the screen’s rhythmic glow. The restraints vibrated faintly, adjusting to some unseen calibration.\n\n\"Now,\" Debrilosia murmured, claws skimming the air just above Lina’s collarbone. \"Let’s discuss aesthetics.\"\n\nDebrilosia’s hands hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s hips with clinical precision. “Your pelvic structure is quite narrow,” she mused, her voice dripping with false sympathy as her fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Lina’s waist. “We could widen it..just a few centimeters to accommodate proper equine musculature and perhaps better suited to birth cubs.”\n\nLina squirmed as the zebra’s thumbs dug into the dip of her spine, kneading the tension there with practiced ease. “And these,” Debrilosia continued, circling the base of Lina’s ribs, “could stand to be… adjusted.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped the console and a low mechanical whir filled the room as the chair reclined further, tilting Lina’s hips upward at an angle that made her breath catch. The zebra’s breath ghosted over the shell of her ear as she leaned in, the scent slightly sickening and laced with arteficial mint and cherries.\n\n\"Shhh,\" Debrilosia murmured, her voice honeyed but firm. \"Just breathe. The real work hasn’t even started yet.. You have a say in the changes too you know.. I tought you wanted this.\"\n\n\"Y-yes, I want this,\" Lina stammered, fingers curling against the padded restraints as the chair’s servos whined beneath her.\n\nDebrilosia’s smile sharpened. \"Good, otherwise I'd have to remind you of your contract, now what changes DID you have in mind?\"\n\nLina hesitates, she hadn't really considered this yet.. she had wanted mods so badly she'd forgotten all the details, including the contract.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw tapped impatiently against the console, the rhythm syncing with the pulse now throbbing in Lina’s temples. The neural primer made her thoughts feel syrupy, like wading through warm oil.\n\n\"Come now,\" the zebra crooned, tilting Lina’s chin up with a single hand. \"No need to be shy. Tell me what you want. What you REALLY want.\" The word dripped with implication, her breath hot against Lina’s cheek.\n\nLina’s tongue felt too thick. \"I—I just wanted to fit in,\" she whispered, the admission burning her throat. \"At the café.. in society..\"\n\n\"Oh, darling,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr laced with something darker. \"Fitting in is the least of what we’ll do for you.\"\n\nThe console beside them flickered, projecting a dizzying array of equine modifications: arched necks, sleek flanks, powerful haunches, each more exaggerated than the last to show off the limitless possibilities. \"See anything you like?~\" Debrilosia teased knowing full well how overwhelming, confusing and unsetling it all must be to be inside Lina's shoes.\n\nThe first changes she undewent where purely estetic to fit in with other furs, an equine tail, fur that sprouted from places that didn't have hair before and a muzzle that grew and elongated faster than should be possible. What came next where the upgrades..\n\n\"These..I think..it's not too much but nothing to sneeze at\" Lina awnsers pointing at option 6 out of 10. Powerfull haunches with the elegance of a showhorse.\n\n\"Perfect, they'll suit you well, have you considered upgrading these as well, they'd compliment the legs nicely you know~\" Doc muses while pointing at Lina's breast, she currently doesn't have much to work with but one glance at the screen and it seems that change is just one choice away.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s modest chest with a slow, deliberate circle. \"We could enhance these… substantially,\" she purred, her breath warm against Lina’s neck as the screen flickered, displaying plentifull options, pert equine teats located on the abdomin, plush mare’s udders, even synthetic silicone expansions that would swell beyond human proportions, but also those located where her natural breast would be, these also with the option of silicone.\n\nLina’s pulse stuttered as the images shifted, her skin prickling where the neural primer still pulsed beneath it. The chair’s restraints tightened almost imperceptibly, adjusting to her shallow breaths.\n\n\"M-maybe just… a little fuller? I..I'm not sure..a-about the udders..\" Lina said, pointing at a modest improvement to her current bust size.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand traced a slow, approving circle in the air as the holoscreen shimmered with new configurations. \"A refined choice,\" she murmured, her breath thick with synthetic cherry as the console emitted a soft chime.\n\nFrom the ceiling came two mechanical arms with something weird at the end of them, another arm came and swiftly cut her shirt allowing Debrilosia to bare Lina's breast to the apparatus.\n\nLina gasped when cold gel pads adhered to her chest, their surfaces buzzing with nanite activity. The restraints tightened another fraction as hydraulic arms unfolded from the chair’s sides, their needle-tipped appendages glinting under the sterile lights.\n\n\"Just a little fuller?\" Debrilosia echoed, her striped lips curling as she input the command. The needles descended in a synchronized hum, piercing flesh with precision-tuned indifference.\n\nLina’s gasp turned into a whimper as the needles burrowed deeper, their cold precision contrasting with the sudden, searing heat flooding her chest. The gel pads pulsed rhythmically, their nanites weaving through tissue with microscopic urgency.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw traced the edge of a monitor, watching biometrics flicker in rapid succession. \"Ah, good. Your body’s accepting the initial framework,\" she murmured, her tail flicking against Lina’s thigh. \"Tighten the restraints; we don’t want any squirming during the density infusion.\"\n\nA mechanical click echoed as the bands around Lina’s ribs constricted, forcing her to take shallow, controlled breaths.\n\n\"I think these are better suited for you..\" Debrilosia says selecting a bigger bust size than the one Lina had picked.\n\nLina’s protest died in her throat as the needles retracted with a wet shlick, replaced by thick injection ports that latched onto her tingling skin. A viscous, pearlescent fluid pulsed through the tubes. First cold, then burning as it flooded her mammary tissue with hyperactive growth stimulants.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws drummed against the console. \"Ohhh, you’ll thank me later,\" she crooned as Lina’s flesh visibly swelled beneath the gel pads, stretching taut like overfilled water balloons. The nanites hissed as they worked, knitting new fat cells and ductwork with clinical efficiency.\n\nLina’s back arched against the restraints as the burning spread with a throbbing fullness that made her whimper. The gel pads hissed, their surfaces now stretched taut over rapidly expanding curves.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped a rhythmic countdown on the console. “Three… two… one—”\n\nA wet pop echoed as the gel pads detached, revealing Lina’s chest now straining against the remnants of her tattered shirt. The skin there glistened and has gone slightly inflamed, flushed and hypersensitive, every breath making the new weight sway slightly.\n\n\"Perfect already, but they'll grow more over the following days.. Just have to put you on a good diet.. now where where we~\"\n\nDebrilosia’s hand traced the edge of the console, her latex-gloved fingers dancing over a new set of inputs. The holoscreen flickered, skeletal diagrams dissolving into something far more intimate, a cross-section of Lina’s pelvis, rendered in pulsing neon.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the restraints shifted again, the bands around her thighs spreading her just a fraction wider. Cold air kissed newly exposed skin as another mechanical arm descended, its tip glistening with a thick lubricant.\n\nThe lubricant-dripped arm hovered between Lina's thighs, its mechanical joints whirring softly as Debrilosia's hand tapped a final command into the console. Lina's hips jerked instinctively when the cold, slick tip brushed her inner thigh.\n\n\"Shhh, precious. Structural adjustments require access,\" Debrilosia purred, her zebra-striped tail flicking against the monitor as the arm's secondary joints unfolded, revealing a slender probe glistening with bioactive gel and another that would make an incision in her jeans so they could reach her privates.\n\nLina's gasp fractured into a moan as the probe pressed inward, its tapered tip parting her with obscene ease.\n\nThe probe slid deeper with a wet, mechanical precision, its bioactive gel warming instantly against Lina’s inner walls. Her thighs trembled as the arm adjusted its angle, the secondary joint rotating with a soft hydraulic hiss.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped against the console, her gaze flickering between Lina’s flushed face and the holoscreen’s pulsing readouts. \"Ah, there.. just a little resistance,\" she murmured, tilting her head as the probe’s tip pressed against something firm and deep within her core, something that she wished she didn't feel.\n\nDebrilosia’s breath hitched as the holoscreen displayed real-time biometrics. The probe’s tip dilated with a wet click, releasing a thick, see through fluid that seeped into Lina’s clenched muscles.\n\nThen the intrucion started buzzing, a slow faintly noticable vibration at first but soon one hard to ignore like that of a bulletvibrator deep inside her private part, what made it even harder to ignore was the fact it vibrated across it's entire lenght, from her g-spot to her cervix it stimulated every nerve she had.\n\n\"FFhhhuUUucK!\" Lina moaned, twisting and turning in her bindings but the restraints held her tight barely allowing movement wich made what should be pleasure into torture. It didn't take long for her to reach climax squirting all over her seat.\n\nThe vibrations stuttered to a halt, leaving Lina’s hips twitching against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat glazed her skin as the probe retracted with a wet ssslurp, its surface now streaked with more than lubricant and something iridescent shimmering in the residue.\n\nDebrilosia’s nostrils flared. “Oh? Oh.” Her fingers jabbed a command into the console, and the holoscreen exploded with crimson alerts. Lina’s pelvic cross-section now pulsed with strange nodes along her cervix.\n\n“W-what’s—” Lina’s question dissolved into a gasp as the nodes flexed on-screen, her own muscles mirroring the motion in a ripple of involuntary clenches.\n\n“Fascinating.” Debrilosia dragged her hand down the monitor, magnifying a cluster of neurons firing erratically near Lina’s spine. “The primer’s interacting with your sacral plexus. Hmm.” Her tail flicked against Lina’s thigh, the touch featherlight. “Tell me… have you ever felt.. empty in places you shouldn’t?”\n\nLina squirmed in her restraints, no longer sure she wants all of this to happen.\n\n\"Tsk. Still fighting it?\" Debrilosia’s claw traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes now pulsing in time with Lina’s rabbit-quick heartbeat. \"Your cervix is dilating. Not from pain, either.\" She smirked as the probe oozed another sluggish drip. \"Tell me, did you read the contract properly?\"\n\nLina’s jaw clenched. She hadn't, even though she should have. It had been the spur of the moment, her desperation and a hint of naïvity that led her to this moment strapped in a modified dentist chair.\n\nDebrilosia dimmed the holoscreen, plunging the room into the sterile glow of bioluminescent gel. \"Let’s review,\" she crooned, dragging her fingers down Lina’s sternum. The touch felt invasive, too precise, too perverted as it circled a nipple swollen from the primer’s work. \"Appendix B, subsection five.\"\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the text flickered across the screen:\n\n> Recipient agrees to adaptive fertility enhancements per selected genetic catalogue (see Equine Supplement 12.7).\n\nThe zebra’s other hand slipped between Lina’s thighs, her knuckles grinding against the wet fabric. \"Those nodes?\" She nipped Lina’s earlobe. \"They’re thirsty.. Primed to lock onto the first compatible donor.\" Her thumb pressed hard just above Lina’s clit, mimicking the rhythm of the probe. \"You’re already dripping for it~ Smell it?~\"\n\nShe did, she could smell her own arousal. Her hips jerked into Debrilosia’s palm. The betrayal of her own body wrenching a sob from her throat. She felt the need.. the desperation.\n\n\"Shhh.\" Debrilosia hushed as she licked the salt from Lina’s collarbone. \"You'll get used to it.. and if you behave you wont have to endure it long.. we'll make sure your heat is managable by keeping you fertilized or pregnant at all times~\" Debrilosia teased tracing her fingers along Lina's abdomen beneath her navel.\n\nEverything about this was wrong but in her drugged state it all felt right, despite her mind not wanting it her body did.. it craved for these changes and promises. \"Ph..leaashe!\" Lina whimpered, her hips jerking up as if to impale herself on an imaginary cock.\n\n\"Oh don't worry.. I have just the stud for you~\"\n\nThe door hissed open behind her. Lina’s head lolled to the side, her vision swimming with weird afterimages, but she could smell him before she saw him. Musky, thick with pheromones that made her clench around nothing.\n\nHe was massive. Not just tall, but broad, his modified equine frame straining against a SlutCo-branded bodysuit, the fabric translucent over the swell of his cock. A prosthetic? No.. the holoscreen beside her flashed his specs: Genetic Donor #X-9. Hypervirile. Implanted seeding protocol.\n\nLina’s throat clicked around a whimper as he stepped closer, his fingers grazing the edge of the chair, his nostrills flaring as he took in her scent. Debrilosia purred, \"See? Custom-tuned to your new nodes.\"\n\nThe first touch of his muzzle against her neck sent a shockwave down her spine. Her body arched, her hips pistoning up against the restraints, her cunt dripping shamelessly. She didn't just start needing it.. deep down she started to desire it too.\n\n\"P-please~!\" she choked, but her plea dissolved into a moan as his tongue swiped a hot stripe up her throat. The holoscreen flared: Cervical dilation optimal ... Proceed Y/N?\n\nDebrilosia’s claw hovered over the console. \"Say stop,\" she taunted, \"That is.. if you can.. not that it matters, you've signed the contract after all, you are property of SlutCo.\"\n\nLina’s teeth sank into her lip, trying not to say the words out loud despite her body screaming yes.\n\nThe stud mounted the chair. His weight pressing the chair’s restraints to their limit, the hydraulic joints groaning as he mounted her. His breath scorched Lina’s neck with thick, animalistic laced pheromones that slithered straight into her rewired nerves. Her thighs spread wider on their own, her hips tilting up in shameless invitation to the point of discomfort.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes flaring crimson along Lina’s cervix. “Look at that,” she purred. “Your body’s already aching for him.” \n\nLina whimpered as the stud’s blunt tip pressed against her cunt, not human, not by a long shot as she felt the tapered flare of his shaft designed to lock. Her back arched as he shoved forward, the stretch bordering on pain before the neural primer flooded her with molten pleasure. \n\n“Nngh~fuck!” Her cry fractured as he bottomed out, her inner walls fluttering around the thick intrusion. The holoscreen lit up with biometrics: Cervical dilation confirmed. Adaptive receptivity: 92%. \n\nDebrilosia smirked. “Appendix C, sweetheart. Mandatory ovulation induction.” She tapped the console, and Lina’s belly cramped as her abused cervix yielded, the nodes pulsing in time with the stud’s thrusts. \n\n“Stop...please—” Lina sobbed, even as her legs hooked around his hips. \n\n“Can't do you little slut!~” Debrilosia pinched her nipple, sending a shockwave straight to her clit. “Your contract says build to breed, and look at you…” She dragged a finger through the mess dripping down Lina’s thighs. “Dripping for it.” \n\nThe stud’s pace turned brutal, his hips pistoning with practised precision like the dozen or so mares he'd mounted before. \n\nSuddenly Debrilosia gripped her jaw. “Open wide, mare~” The zebra woman’s voice dripped with mock sweetness as she forced two glossy pills onto Lina’s tongue. They dissolved instantly, flooding her mouth with a saccharine-chemical tang that made her gag but the Doc's hand prevented her from spilling any untill she swallowed.\n\nHeat exploded in her gut. The holoscreen above her flickered: Ovulation accelerants detected. Neural compliance threshold: 66%. \n\nLina’s vision blurred as the drugs hit her modified nervous system, her cunt clenching rhythmically around the stud’s shaft. Every drag of his cock against her sensitized walls dragging out another whimper of need, her nipples hardening to aching points beneath the cold glare of the clinic lights. \n\nDebrilosia's fingers traced down Lina’s trembling belly, circling the already distended swell where the stud’s thrusts were reshaping her. Modelling her like sculpting clay.\n\n“Mmm… perfect. Your uterus is accommodating him so nicely.” She tapped the holoscreen, and a fresh wave of synthetic pheromones hissed from the vents above, thick, musky, overwhelming. Lina’s nostrils flared as the scent bypassed her rational mind entirely, her hips jerking up to meet the stud’s brutal pace. She could see how the Doc administered a supressent for herself but Lina had no such luxury.\n\n“N-no, I don’t... ah!—don’t want t-to—!” Her protest dissolved into a scream as the stud’s flare finally inflated inside her, the stretch bordering on agony before the neural primer flooded her with dopamine. The holoscreen flashed crimson: Cervical seal established. Insemination protocol imminent. \n\nDebrilosia laughed, her tail flicking as she watched Lina’s back arch off the chair, her body convulsing as the first hot pulse of seed flooded her rewritten womb. “Too late for regrets, little mare. You'll be birthing us a new generation of sluts.\"\n\nWhile Lina had started this day like any other but after signing that contract things would never be the same.\n"
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"description": "A story I wrote out of boredom, set in the M.A.R.E. universe.\n6.5k words."
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"writing": "It was a regular day like any other. Lina had her breakfast and morning shower before heading out and was now sitting in the train on her way to the big city where she would go to the Furry Maid Cafe and hand out flyers to strangers in the hopes of enticing them to come and visit.\n\nMore often than not, people would just walk by and ignore her for the most part, especially if they were on their phone or in a rush but occasionally she'd be able to hand out a flyer and even strike a conversation. It probably didn't help that she wasn't a furry herself, not even close, as she didn't even have a tail.\n\nShe had ears though, but they had cost her a fortune. They were fluffy fox ears that worked well with her reddish hair but that also meant they didn't stand out too much, wich for the potential clientelle might go unnoticed.\n\nShe'd been thinking about getting new mods like one would for tattoos but due to the funds and potential health hazard, it has just not come to fruition.\n\nThe train hummed softly as it glided along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter blending with the murmur of passengers. Lina adjusted the strap of her bag, fingers brushing against the stack of flyers inside. A man in a sleek business suit glanced at her ears, but only for a moment before returning to his tablet, fingers tapping against the screen. She exhaled, smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt, then reached for another flyer just as the train slowed for the next stop. The doors hissed open, and a group of chattering college students flooded in, their laughter sharp against the muted background noise.\n\nThis was the part that sucked about her job, having to travel by train during the busy hours, she was expected to make her rounds in the train as well but her chances of handing out flyers had proven even slimmer then, still she stood up and walked over to the group first.\n\nShe noticed they had a modded gazelle amongst them, perhaps they'd even be interested in working there or at the very least open to the idea of giving the cafe a visit so she used that as a way of introducing herself before handing off the flyer.\n\nThe gazelle-girl’s ears twitched as Lina approached, her golden eyes flicking down to the flyer before a slow smirk curled her lips. \"Oh, this place?\" she drawled, plucking the glossy paper between manicured claws. \"Thought they only hired full-mods.\" Her friends snickered, one nudging the gazelle’s shoulder with a scaled elbow, some kind of reptilian mod, glistening under the train’s harsh lights.\n\nLina’s fingers tightened around the remaining flyers, the edges crumpling slightly. \"They...they—\" she stammered, forcing a smile as the train lurched around a bend.\n\n\"They what? Can't afford full mods? No wonder no one ever comes to visit that place!\" One with a snake tongue retorted causing another burst of laughter from the group. It was pointless to further humiliate herself so she decided to move on.\n\nLina’s cheeks burned as she turned away, clutching the crumpled flyers to her chest. The train’s lights flickered overhead, casting elongated shadows across the floor as she shuffled toward the next car. A woman with iridescent butterfly wings glanced up from her tablet, her pupils dilating slightly, a modded reflex no doubt, before dismissing Lina with a flick of her wrist. The doors between cars shuddered open, releasing a gust of metallic-smelling wind that tugged at Lina’s skirt.\n\nShe steadied herself against a pole, her fox ears flattening instinctively as the train swayed. This city sucked, ever since the mods had become mainstream it seemed nearly everyone had them and thus a place like the Furry Café wasn't considered special anymore.\n\nThe train ground to a halt at the next station, and Lina stumbled forward, her shoulder bumping into a man with synthetic silver-furred arms. He didn’t even glance at her, too busy adjusting the glowing neural interface embedded in his temple.\n\nThe doors hissed open, flooding the car with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and fried synth-meat from a vendor outside. A new wave of passengers surged in; a harried mother with twin toddlers sporting temporary kitten-ear mods (probably cheap weekend rentals and clearly fake compared to the real thing), a cluster of corporate types with identical chrome talons tapping at wrist-comm units and a lonesome figure, their face obscured by the hood.\n\nThe hooded figure shifted slightly as the train lurched forward again, their partially gloved fingers tightening around a rusted support rail. Lina caught a glimpse of jagged, mismatched claws, clearly black-market mods, the kind spliced together from scavenged gene-kits or that of experimental and stolen drugs. A stale, musky scent wafted from their frayed sleeves, something organic beneath the synthetic leather.\n\nOne of the corporate types wrinkled their nose and edged away, their chromed talons retracting in distaste. The figure’s hood tilted just enough for Lina to spot a sliver of mottled, scale-patched skin and a single, unnaturally bright eye. Definatly black market, she didn't want trouble but she felt intrigued.. she liked the look of hybrids and the black market was a lot cheaper than those on the regular market. Perhaps they could point her in the right direction..\n\nShe aproached the figure who took out one of his earbuds indicating they where willing to listen to what she had to say. \"Having trouble getting rid of those flyers? Just toss them in the bin and say you where done, that's what I used to do anyway.\"\n\nThe figure’s voice was a low rasp, like dragging something heavy over concrete. Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the crumpled flyers. The train’s hum deepened as it plunged into a tunnel, bathing the car in flickering emergency lights that made the stranger’s scaled knuckles gleam like oil-slicked metal.\n\nUp close, the scent was sharper, something fermented, like cheap gene-brew sweating through porous skin. The hood shifted again, and this time she caught the full glint of that unnatural eye: a vertical slit pupil swimming in amber, the edges stitched with haphazard circuitry that pulsed faintly. Black-market anthro mods but mixed with tech-mods. They where a mix-match of hybrid and cyborg.\n\n\"I-i was wondering i-if you knew where I could get some cheap mods?\" She stammered with a whisper.\n\nThe hooded figure exhaled with a slow, rattling breath that smelled of alcohol and damp fur. Their mismatched claws twitched, one finger extending to tap against Lina’s wrist. The contact sent a jolt through her, static clinging to her skin like a residue.\n\n\"Cheap mods, huh?\" The voice was still rough, but amusement threaded through it now. The figure tilted their head, the hood slipping just enough to reveal a jagged, cybernetic jawline beneath. \"What makes you think I know where to find those, do I look cheap to you?\" They chuckled.\n\nLina swallowed hard, her fox ears flicking back.\n\n\"N-no that's not what I meant, i..I just..n-nevermind..\"\n\nThe figure roughly exhaled through their nose before reaching into their coat. Lina flinched, half-expecting a weapon, but they only withdrew a dented metal card, its surface scratched with a crude paw-print logo.\n\n\"Third alley behind the Neon Rat,\" they muttered, pressing the card into her palm. The edges were sharp, the metal warm from being tucked against skin. \"Ask for Doc. Say the rusthound sent you.\"\n\nThe train shuddered to a stop, and the figure straightened and prepared to head out.\n\nThe card bit into Lina’s palm as the rusthound shouldered past, their heavy boots thudding against the grime-streaked floor. The doors hissed open, flooding the car with the acrid tang of ozone gas and synth-meat vendors. She caught one last glimpse of their silhouette jagged mods glinting beneath frayed fabric before they dissolved into the neon-drenched crowd.\n\nHer fingers trembled as she tucked the card into her pocket, the metal already leaching warmth into her thigh. The train’s speakers crackled, announcing the next stop: Neon district.\n\nShe would have to decide whether to continue working or seek out the Doc. But after a brief moment of consideration, she had an idea, why not both? Perhaps handing out flyers away from the Café would yield better results, plus she'd have an opportunity to check out the place mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nThe train stopped at the neon district, another gust of ozone and synth-meat mixed with rain flooded into the cabin as the doors opened, and she stepped out.\n\nLina’s boots clicked against the rain-slick pavement as she stepped onto the neon-lit platform. The air here was thick with the sizzle of deep-fried synth-meat and the acrid tang of ozone from flickering holograms. A vendor’s stall to her left pulsed with a dulled pink light, advertising \"FRESH GLOW-GILLS~50% OFF~!\" The fish in the tank had bioluminescent scales that throbbed in time with the bass from a nearby club.\n\nShe hesitated, glancing back at the train as its doors hissed shut. It appeared she was the only one out as this district was known for its illigal wares and activities and equally known for its pick pockets, luckily she only had flyers she'd be more than happy to be rid off.\n\nAt least it wasn't raining anymore so there was no need for her to stash the flyers or stay underneath the roofed station, her eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for the landmark mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nLina’s ears twitched at the distant thrum of bass, her nose wrinkling at the scent of smouldering synth-grease and something metallic beneath it like old blood or rust, perhaps the meat from the grill was a half-half.\n\nThe station’s flickering holosign painted the puddles in shifting colors: neon pink, then bile-green, then a sickly violet. She stepped forward, her boots squelching on gum-studded pavement, and nearly tripped over a discarded needle, its edges crusted with bio-gel.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as she spotted a lone figure leaning against a flickering ad-column. An odd looking synth-junkie with rabbit ears twitching under the strobing neon. Their pupils were blown wide from cheap ocular mods, reflecting the distorted glow of a nearby \"SLUTCO: UPGRADE YOUR PLEASURE!\" hologram.\n\nShe stepped closer, the damp concrete sticking to her boots with each hesitant movement. The junkie’s nostrils flared as they caught her scent. Before they could slink away, Lina thrust a flyer between them, the paper trembling slightly in her grip. \"I-I'm looking for mods\" she stammered, reaching for the metal in her pocket.\n\nThe rabbit-eared junkie’s pupils contracted for a split second, their nose twitching as the flyer crinkled under their clawed fingers. Lina caught the glint of subdermal circuitry pulsing beneath their grime-streaked throat. Black market work, sloppier than the rusthound’s.\n\n\"Mods, huh?\" Their voice crackled like a damaged vocoder, laced with the wet gurgle of an out of sync larynx implant. A pink-tinged tongue darted out to lick chapped lips, smearing synth-grease from the half-eaned glow-gill skewer clutched in their other hand.\n\n\"I-I..never mind\" she murmered, leaving the junky behind, just as she turned she noticed the sign she had been looking for: \"NEON RAT-BETTER THAN THE CAT\"\n\nThe words flickered in jagged, acid-green holographic letters, half-drowned in the neon runoff bleeding from the surrounding ads. The building itself was wedged between a leaking noodle stall and a boarded-up pleasure-clinic, its facade layered with decades of peeling decals and graffiti tags, most of them crossed out with fresh, angry slashes of paint. She headed down the corridor and walked till she reached the third alley, it had to be around here somewhere..\n\nThe third alley was narrower than the others, the walls pressing in close enough that the glow from her wrist-comp cast jagged shadows across graffiti-scarred pipes dripping with condensation.\n\nShe kept walking till she noticed a door slightly ajar, it wasn't open before.. or perhaps she hadn't noticed it then but this could be the place she needed to be, it was her best bet for now so she peered inside.\n\nThe door creaked as Lina nudged it further open with her boot, releasing a puff of stale air that smelled of sterilized metal and something sweetly chemical. Like synthetic cherries left to rot in disinfectant.\n\nFlickering amber emergency strips cast jagged light across a narrow hallway lined with peeling safety posters, their edges curled and yellowed. One depicted a cartoon horse-girl winking beside the words \"M.A.R.E. Inc. Reminds You: Consent is Sexy! (Terms and Conditions Apply)\".\n\nA drip echoed from somewhere deeper inside. Lina’s fingers brushed the rusting doorframe, feeling the grit of decades-old paint flakes. She hesitated, this was Doc’s place? She knew nothing about the black-market was glamorous but this wasn't the place she'd be comfortable getting modded at.\n\nJust as she was about to turn around the door opened by itself, revealing a much cleaner and modern-looking interior, like the waiting room at the hospital. This was worth investigating, so she stayed and headed further inside.\n\nThe room was small, but there was a small bench enough to seat two to three people. There was a reception but it seemed deserted for the moment, a camera light blinked in the corner of her eye and she noticed a sign on the reception desk that read: \"Take a seat, we'll be with you shortly.\"\n\nLina’s fingers drummed against her thigh as she perched on the edge of the bench, the synth-leather squeaking under her weight. The antiseptic glow of overhead panels made an abandoned coffee cup look radioactive, a thin skin of iridescent oil swirling on its surface.\n\nA ventilation duct above her head exhaled a stream of artificially chilled air that smelled faintly of burnt sugar.\n\nThe camera’s red light pulsed again like a lazy heartbeat. Somewhere beyond the frosted glass door behind the desk, a hydraulic mechanism hissed and a mechanised door opened. Out came someone clad in a sterile looking latex suit, completely white and tight enough to accentuate every curve.\n\nIt was a tall zebra woman with a long braided mane, her smile was as white and polished as her suit, arteficially so but at least clean compared to the slump outside wich gave Lina a glimmer of hope and comfort.\n\n\"How can I help you?\" The woman asked, a clear bulge vissable in the area of the nether region that indicated there was more to her than just lady bits.\n\nThe zebra woman’s tail flicked behind her as she leaned slightly against the reception desk, the latex of her suit creaking with the movement. Lina’s fingers tightened around the crumpled flyer still in her hand, the damp paper sticking to her palm.\n\n\"Um,\" Lina started, her voice smaller than she intended. \"I was told—well, someone mentioned...Doc could help with… modifications?\"\n\nThe zebra’s ears twitched, her smile never faltering. \"Ah. A referral.\" She tapped a clawed finger against the desk’s surface, the sound crisp in the sterile air. \"May I ask who referred you and what kind of modifications we are discussing today?\"\n\n\"R..rusthound, h-here!\" Lina replied, retrieving the metal tag from her pocket and placing it on the counter, the zebra's eyes scanned it with renewed interest. \"Ah.. it's been a while since seeing him, how is he?\"\n\nA moment of silence passes before Lina answers: \"I-I don't know him, I bumped into him on the train while looking for well.. you see.. I..I would want more mods..a-any mods.. I'd like to become a full fur hybrid.\"\n\nThe zebra woman’s polished smile softened at the edges, her striped ears pivoting forward with interest. She plucked the rusthound’s tag from the counter with delicate precision, her clawtips clicking against the metal before tucking it into a hidden seam of her suit.\n\n\"Full hybrid conversion,\" she mused, tasting the words in her mouth, Tail swaying in a slow arc behind her. \"Ambitious for a first-timer.\" A soft hum emanated from the frosted door as it slid open another inch, releasing a whisper of warm air that carried the scent of ozone and something unnervingly organic.\n\n\"Shall we head to my office to discuss these desires of yours? I can show you some of my work~\" The woman added with another one of those arteficially enhanced smiles.\n\n\"S-sure\" Lina stammered, after a gesture of the zebra she turns and heads towards the office.\n\nThe frosted door hissed shut behind them, a space that felt both clinical and strangely intimate. Glass cabinets lined the walls, their interiors illuminated by soft violet lighting that made rows of suspended bio-samples glowing like exotic liquor. A large holoscreen flickered above an obsidian desk, displaying rotating schematics of skeletal structures morphing between human, anthro and quadruped forms.\n\nThe zebra woman gestured to a plush examination chair, its surface covered in what looked like black memory foam that shifted slightly under Lina’s weight as she sat. A tray of gleaming instruments sat nearby, their polished surfaces reflecting the neon pulse of the district outside through slatted blinds.\n\n\"My name's Debrilosia but you can call me Doc\" The zebra hummed like a song as she sat behind her desk, tapping away at the keyboard as a screen lowered itself from the ceiling. \"We'll go over your current form first.. please remain seated while I scan you so we can discuss what changes you'd like.\"\n\nThe chair molded itself around Lina’s thighs as Debrilosia’s claws danced across the holoscreen, pulling up a rotating wireframe of Lina’s unmodified form. The scan prickled across her skin like static, raising the fine hairs on her arms.\n\n\"Fascinating,\" the zebra murmured, tilting her head as biometrics flickered in amber glyphs. \"No prior mods.. except for the ears of course—no subdermal ID. You really are a blank canvas.\"\n\nA drawer slid open on the side of the chair revealing a document, Debrilosia came over to discuss the details and contents of it with Lina.\n\"You mentioned lacking the funds to pay for these mods—\"\n\nConfusion expressed itself on Lina's face \"I didn't..\"\n\nDebrilosia quickly corrected herself: \"I'm sorry, I just assumed..\" But this was a lie, while scanning her biometrics her government profile had been pulled off the black market revealing all sorts of information about Lina, her current marital status, housing and balance of funds.. Debrilosia continued: \"Most that come here do, I see so many faces these days they all just blur together forgive me, allow me to explain the contract I've pulled up for you;\"\n\nThe holoscreen flickered, projecting a dense wall of legalese in front of Lina. Debrilosia’s claw traced a highlighted clause—\"Voluntary Genetic Reconfiguration (Tier III)\" —the text pulsing faintly as her nail scraped the holographic surface.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as subclauses unfurled beneath it in cascading indigo script, detailing things like \"adaptive epidermal restructuring\" and \"neural compatibility assessments.\" The air hummed with the low thrum of machinery hidden behind the walls.\n\n\"To spare you all the boring details and legal formalities there is always a chance of things going wrong when doing something like surgery or modding, luckily for you this contract covers any such incident wich is only a 0.09% proberbility to begin with. It also covers payment options for those that can't afford to pay right away but won't cause you to go into financial trouble. And most importantly it has no limit to the amount of mods you'd like to undergo granted you take at least 2 of the equine catalogue, I'll pull it up for you after signing, I can't disclose any of my work without you signing this contract as it also legally binds you not to disclose you getting these mods for essentially free.. but we'll get to that later.\"\n\nLina is immediately overwhelmed by the barage of words coming from Debrilosia and simply nods along, there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with what's being said as she briefly reads through the contract. \"Sure I'll sign it\" Lina says.\n\nThe holoscreen shimmered as Lina pressed her thumb to the biometric signature pad. A warm tingle spreads up her arm, not entirely unpleasant but unsettling in its intimacy, like being touched by something unseen.\n\nDebrilosia’s ears twitched as the contract dissolved into pixels. \"Good,\" she purred, tapping a claw against her desk. A panel slid open beside Lina’s chair, revealing a tray with a single syringe filled with pearlescent fluid. \"We’ll start with the neural primer. It’ll help your brain adapt to the new sensory inputs.\"\n\nAnother expression of confusion, underlined with panic, paints on Lina's face, and as she's about to protest and get out of the chair, restraints pop around her wrist, the material around her legs tightens, and Debrilosia smiles with that same polished smile as before.\n\nThe restraints clicked softly, more like jewellery fastening than prison locks, but Lina’s pulse still thrummed in her throat. Debrilosia’s smile didn’t waver as she lifted the syringe, the pearlescent fluid inside catching the light in oily swirls.\n\n\"Relax,\" the zebra murmured, her voice smooth as the hum of the hidden machinery. \"This part is just to make sure your nervous system doesn’t reject the modifications later. Think of it as… a friendly handshake between you and the changes to come.\"\n\nThe needle glinted as it neared Lina’s forearm.\n\nThe needle slid into Lina’s skin with a whisper of pressure, cold at first, then blooming into a strange warmth that radiated up her arm like liquid sunlight. She gasped as the fluid dispersed through her veins, carrying with it the faintest metallic aftertaste on her tongue like licking a battery or a spoon for too long.\n\nDebrilosia withdrew the syringe, her striped fingers deftly capping it before setting it aside. \"There,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. \"Not so bad, was it?\"\n\nLina’s fingers twitched against the restraints as the warmth spread deeper, settling into her bones. \"It was just a bit sudden, a-and I don't like needles.\n\nDebrilosia chuckled softly, the sound like rustling silk as she stroked a finger along Lina’s forearm. \"Oh, sweet thing, that’s the easiest part,\" she murmured. The zebra’s tail flicked idly as she turned toward a sleek console embedded in the wall, her claws tapping a sequence that made the holoscreen flicker to life once more.\n\nA three-dimensional model of Lina rotated slowly, muscle fibers glowing beneath digitised skin.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the warmth in her veins pulsed in time with the screen’s rhythmic glow. The restraints vibrated faintly, adjusting to some unseen calibration.\n\n\"Now,\" Debrilosia murmured, claws skimming the air just above Lina’s collarbone. \"Let’s discuss aesthetics.\"\n\nDebrilosia’s hands hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s hips with clinical precision. “Your pelvic structure is quite narrow,” she mused, her voice dripping with false sympathy as her fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Lina’s waist. “We could widen it..just a few centimeters to accommodate proper equine musculature and perhaps better suited to birth cubs.”\n\nLina squirmed as the zebra’s thumbs dug into the dip of her spine, kneading the tension there with practiced ease. “And these,” Debrilosia continued, circling the base of Lina’s ribs, “could stand to be… adjusted.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped the console and a low mechanical whir filled the room as the chair reclined further, tilting Lina’s hips upward at an angle that made her breath catch. The zebra’s breath ghosted over the shell of her ear as she leaned in, the scent slightly sickening and laced with arteficial mint and cherries.\n\n\"Shhh,\" Debrilosia murmured, her voice honeyed but firm. \"Just breathe. The real work hasn’t even started yet.. You have a say in the changes too you know.. I tought you wanted this.\"\n\n\"Y-yes, I want this,\" Lina stammered, fingers curling against the padded restraints as the chair’s servos whined beneath her.\n\nDebrilosia’s smile sharpened. \"Good, otherwise I'd have to remind you of your contract, now what changes DID you have in mind?\"\n\nLina hesitates, she hadn't really considered this yet.. she had wanted mods so badly she'd forgotten all the details, including the contract.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw tapped impatiently against the console, the rhythm syncing with the pulse now throbbing in Lina’s temples. The neural primer made her thoughts feel syrupy, like wading through warm oil.\n\n\"Come now,\" the zebra crooned, tilting Lina’s chin up with a single hand. \"No need to be shy. Tell me what you want. What you REALLY want.\" The word dripped with implication, her breath hot against Lina’s cheek.\n\nLina’s tongue felt too thick. \"I—I just wanted to fit in,\" she whispered, the admission burning her throat. \"At the café.. in society..\"\n\n\"Oh, darling,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr laced with something darker. \"Fitting in is the least of what we’ll do for you.\"\n\nThe console beside them flickered, projecting a dizzying array of equine modifications: arched necks, sleek flanks, powerful haunches, each more exaggerated than the last to show off the limitless possibilities. \"See anything you like?~\" Debrilosia teased knowing full well how overwhelming, confusing and unsetling it all must be to be inside Lina's shoes.\n\nThe first changes she undewent where purely estetic to fit in with other furs, an equine tail, fur that sprouted from places that didn't have hair before and a muzzle that grew and elongated faster than should be possible. What came next where the upgrades..\n\n\"These..I think..it's not too much but nothing to sneeze at\" Lina awnsers pointing at option 6 out of 10. Powerfull haunches with the elegance of a showhorse.\n\n\"Perfect, they'll suit you well, have you considered upgrading these as well, they'd compliment the legs nicely you know~\" Doc muses while pointing at Lina's breast, she currently doesn't have much to work with but one glance at the screen and it seems that change is just one choice away.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s modest chest with a slow, deliberate circle. \"We could enhance these… substantially,\" she purred, her breath warm against Lina’s neck as the screen flickered, displaying plentifull options, pert equine teats located on the abdomin, plush mare’s udders, even synthetic silicone expansions that would swell beyond human proportions, but also those located where her natural breast would be, these also with the option of silicone.\n\nLina’s pulse stuttered as the images shifted, her skin prickling where the neural primer still pulsed beneath it. The chair’s restraints tightened almost imperceptibly, adjusting to her shallow breaths.\n\n\"M-maybe just… a little fuller? I..I'm not sure..a-about the udders..\" Lina said, pointing at a modest improvement to her current bust size.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand traced a slow, approving circle in the air as the holoscreen shimmered with new configurations. \"A refined choice,\" she murmured, her breath thick with synthetic cherry as the console emitted a soft chime.\n\nFrom the ceiling came two mechanical arms with something weird at the end of them, another arm came and swiftly cut her shirt allowing Debrilosia to bare Lina's breast to the apparatus.\n\nLina gasped when cold gel pads adhered to her chest, their surfaces buzzing with nanite activity. The restraints tightened another fraction as hydraulic arms unfolded from the chair’s sides, their needle-tipped appendages glinting under the sterile lights.\n\n\"Just a little fuller?\" Debrilosia echoed, her striped lips curling as she input the command. The needles descended in a synchronized hum, piercing flesh with precision-tuned indifference.\n\nLina’s gasp turned into a whimper as the needles burrowed deeper, their cold precision contrasting with the sudden, searing heat flooding her chest. The gel pads pulsed rhythmically, their nanites weaving through tissue with microscopic urgency.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw traced the edge of a monitor, watching biometrics flicker in rapid succession. \"Ah, good. Your body’s accepting the initial framework,\" she murmured, her tail flicking against Lina’s thigh. \"Tighten the restraints; we don’t want any squirming during the density infusion.\"\n\nA mechanical click echoed as the bands around Lina’s ribs constricted, forcing her to take shallow, controlled breaths.\n\n\"I think these are better suited for you..\" Debrilosia says selecting a bigger bust size than the one Lina had picked.\n\nLina’s protest died in her throat as the needles retracted with a wet shlick, replaced by thick injection ports that latched onto her tingling skin. A viscous, pearlescent fluid pulsed through the tubes. First cold, then burning as it flooded her mammary tissue with hyperactive growth stimulants.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws drummed against the console. \"Ohhh, you’ll thank me later,\" she crooned as Lina’s flesh visibly swelled beneath the gel pads, stretching taut like overfilled water balloons. 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Still fighting it?\" Debrilosia’s claw traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes now pulsing in time with Lina’s rabbit-quick heartbeat. \"Your cervix is dilating. Not from pain, either.\" She smirked as the probe oozed another sluggish drip. \"Tell me, did you read the contract properly?\"\n\nLina’s jaw clenched. She hadn't, even though she should have. It had been the spur of the moment, her desperation and a hint of naïvity that led her to this moment strapped in a modified dentist chair.\n\nDebrilosia dimmed the holoscreen, plunging the room into the sterile glow of bioluminescent gel. \"Let’s review,\" she crooned, dragging her fingers down Lina’s sternum. The touch felt invasive, too precise, too perverted as it circled a nipple swollen from the primer’s work. \"Appendix B, subsection five.\"\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the text flickered across the screen:\n\n> Recipient agrees to adaptive fertility enhancements per selected genetic catalogue (see Equine Supplement 12.7).\n\nThe zebra’s other hand slipped between Lina’s thighs, her knuckles grinding against the wet fabric. \"Those nodes?\" She nipped Lina’s earlobe. \"They’re thirsty.. Primed to lock onto the first compatible donor.\" Her thumb pressed hard just above Lina’s clit, mimicking the rhythm of the probe. \"You’re already dripping for it~ Smell it?~\"\n\nShe did, she could smell her own arousal. Her hips jerked into Debrilosia’s palm. The betrayal of her own body wrenching a sob from her throat. She felt the need.. the desperation.\n\n\"Shhh.\" Debrilosia hushed as she licked the salt from Lina’s collarbone. \"You'll get used to it.. and if you behave you wont have to endure it long.. we'll make sure your heat is managable by keeping you fertilized or pregnant at all times~\" Debrilosia teased tracing her fingers along Lina's abdomen beneath her navel.\n\nEverything about this was wrong but in her drugged state it all felt right, despite her mind not wanting it her body did.. it craved for these changes and promises. \"Ph..leaashe!\" Lina whimpered, her hips jerking up as if to impale herself on an imaginary cock.\n\n\"Oh don't worry.. I have just the stud for you~\"\n\nThe door hissed open behind her. Lina’s head lolled to the side, her vision swimming with weird afterimages, but she could smell him before she saw him. Musky, thick with pheromones that made her clench around nothing.\n\nHe was massive. Not just tall, but broad, his modified equine frame straining against a SlutCo-branded bodysuit, the fabric translucent over the swell of his cock. A prosthetic? No.. the holoscreen beside her flashed his specs: Genetic Donor #X-9. Hypervirile. Implanted seeding protocol.\n\nLina’s throat clicked around a whimper as he stepped closer, his fingers grazing the edge of the chair, his nostrills flaring as he took in her scent. Debrilosia purred, \"See? Custom-tuned to your new nodes.\"\n\nThe first touch of his muzzle against her neck sent a shockwave down her spine. Her body arched, her hips pistoning up against the restraints, her cunt dripping shamelessly. She didn't just start needing it.. deep down she started to desire it too.\n\n\"P-please~!\" she choked, but her plea dissolved into a moan as his tongue swiped a hot stripe up her throat. The holoscreen flared: Cervical dilation optimal ... Proceed Y/N?\n\nDebrilosia’s claw hovered over the console. \"Say stop,\" she taunted, \"That is.. if you can.. not that it matters, you've signed the contract after all, you are property of SlutCo.\"\n\nLina’s teeth sank into her lip, trying not to say the words out loud despite her body screaming yes.\n\nThe stud mounted the chair. His weight pressing the chair’s restraints to their limit, the hydraulic joints groaning as he mounted her. His breath scorched Lina’s neck with thick, animalistic laced pheromones that slithered straight into her rewired nerves. Her thighs spread wider on their own, her hips tilting up in shameless invitation to the point of discomfort.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes flaring crimson along Lina’s cervix. “Look at that,” she purred. “Your body’s already aching for him.” \n\nLina whimpered as the stud’s blunt tip pressed against her cunt, not human, not by a long shot as she felt the tapered flare of his shaft designed to lock. Her back arched as he shoved forward, the stretch bordering on pain before the neural primer flooded her with molten pleasure. \n\n“Nngh~fuck!” Her cry fractured as he bottomed out, her inner walls fluttering around the thick intrusion. The holoscreen lit up with biometrics: Cervical dilation confirmed. Adaptive receptivity: 92%. \n\nDebrilosia smirked. “Appendix C, sweetheart. Mandatory ovulation induction.” She tapped the console, and Lina’s belly cramped as her abused cervix yielded, the nodes pulsing in time with the stud’s thrusts. \n\n“Stop...please—” Lina sobbed, even as her legs hooked around his hips. \n\n“Can't do you little slut!~” Debrilosia pinched her nipple, sending a shockwave straight to her clit. “Your contract says build to breed, and look at you…” She dragged a finger through the mess dripping down Lina’s thighs. “Dripping for it.” \n\nThe stud’s pace turned brutal, his hips pistoning with practised precision like the dozen or so mares he'd mounted before. \n\nSuddenly Debrilosia gripped her jaw. “Open wide, mare~” The zebra woman’s voice dripped with mock sweetness as she forced two glossy pills onto Lina’s tongue. They dissolved instantly, flooding her mouth with a saccharine-chemical tang that made her gag but the Doc's hand prevented her from spilling any untill she swallowed.\n\nHeat exploded in her gut. 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The doors hissed open, and a group of chattering college students flooded in, their laughter sharp against the muted background noise.\n\nThis was the part that sucked about her job, having to travel by train during the busy hours, she was expected to make her rounds in the train as well but her chances of handing out flyers had proven even slimmer then, still she stood up and walked over to the group first.\n\nShe noticed they had a modded gazelle amongst them, perhaps they'd even be interested in working there or at the very least open to the idea of giving the cafe a visit so she used that as a way of introducing herself before handing off the flyer.\n\nThe gazelle-girl’s ears twitched as Lina approached, her golden eyes flicking down to the flyer before a slow smirk curled her lips. \"Oh, this place?\" she drawled, plucking the glossy paper between manicured claws. \"Thought they only hired full-mods.\" Her friends snickered, one nudging the gazelle’s shoulder with a scaled elbow, some kind of reptilian mod, glistening under the train’s harsh lights.\n\nLina’s fingers tightened around the remaining flyers, the edges crumpling slightly. \"They...they—\" she stammered, forcing a smile as the train lurched around a bend.\n\n\"They what? Can't afford full mods? No wonder no one ever comes to visit that place!\" One with a snake tongue retorted causing another burst of laughter from the group. It was pointless to further humiliate herself so she decided to move on.\n\nLina’s cheeks burned as she turned away, clutching the crumpled flyers to her chest. The train’s lights flickered overhead, casting elongated shadows across the floor as she shuffled toward the next car. A woman with iridescent butterfly wings glanced up from her tablet, her pupils dilating slightly, a modded reflex no doubt, before dismissing Lina with a flick of her wrist. The doors between cars shuddered open, releasing a gust of metallic-smelling wind that tugged at Lina’s skirt.\n\nShe steadied herself against a pole, her fox ears flattening instinctively as the train swayed. This city sucked, ever since the mods had become mainstream it seemed nearly everyone had them and thus a place like the Furry Café wasn't considered special anymore.\n\nThe train ground to a halt at the next station, and Lina stumbled forward, her shoulder bumping into a man with synthetic silver-furred arms. He didn’t even glance at her, too busy adjusting the glowing neural interface embedded in his temple.\n\nThe doors hissed open, flooding the car with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and fried synth-meat from a vendor outside. A new wave of passengers surged in; a harried mother with twin toddlers sporting temporary kitten-ear mods (probably cheap weekend rentals and clearly fake compared to the real thing), a cluster of corporate types with identical chrome talons tapping at wrist-comm units and a lonesome figure, their face obscured by the hood.\n\nThe hooded figure shifted slightly as the train lurched forward again, their partially gloved fingers tightening around a rusted support rail. Lina caught a glimpse of jagged, mismatched claws, clearly black-market mods, the kind spliced together from scavenged gene-kits or that of experimental and stolen drugs. A stale, musky scent wafted from their frayed sleeves, something organic beneath the synthetic leather.\n\nOne of the corporate types wrinkled their nose and edged away, their chromed talons retracting in distaste. The figure’s hood tilted just enough for Lina to spot a sliver of mottled, scale-patched skin and a single, unnaturally bright eye. Definatly black market, she didn't want trouble but she felt intrigued.. she liked the look of hybrids and the black market was a lot cheaper than those on the regular market. Perhaps they could point her in the right direction..\n\nShe aproached the figure who took out one of his earbuds indicating they where willing to listen to what she had to say. \"Having trouble getting rid of those flyers? Just toss them in the bin and say you where done, that's what I used to do anyway.\"\n\nThe figure’s voice was a low rasp, like dragging something heavy over concrete. Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the crumpled flyers. The train’s hum deepened as it plunged into a tunnel, bathing the car in flickering emergency lights that made the stranger’s scaled knuckles gleam like oil-slicked metal.\n\nUp close, the scent was sharper, something fermented, like cheap gene-brew sweating through porous skin. The hood shifted again, and this time she caught the full glint of that unnatural eye: a vertical slit pupil swimming in amber, the edges stitched with haphazard circuitry that pulsed faintly. Black-market anthro mods but mixed with tech-mods. They where a mix-match of hybrid and cyborg.\n\n\"I-i was wondering i-if you knew where I could get some cheap mods?\" She stammered with a whisper.\n\nThe hooded figure exhaled with a slow, rattling breath that smelled of alcohol and damp fur. Their mismatched claws twitched, one finger extending to tap against Lina’s wrist. The contact sent a jolt through her, static clinging to her skin like a residue.\n\n\"Cheap mods, huh?\" The voice was still rough, but amusement threaded through it now. The figure tilted their head, the hood slipping just enough to reveal a jagged, cybernetic jawline beneath. \"What makes you think I know where to find those, do I look cheap to you?\" They chuckled.\n\nLina swallowed hard, her fox ears flicking back.\n\n\"N-no that's not what I meant, i..I just..n-nevermind..\"\n\nThe figure roughly exhaled through their nose before reaching into their coat. Lina flinched, half-expecting a weapon, but they only withdrew a dented metal card, its surface scratched with a crude paw-print logo.\n\n\"Third alley behind the Neon Rat,\" they muttered, pressing the card into her palm. The edges were sharp, the metal warm from being tucked against skin. \"Ask for Doc. Say the rusthound sent you.\"\n\nThe train shuddered to a stop, and the figure straightened and prepared to head out.\n\nThe card bit into Lina’s palm as the rusthound shouldered past, their heavy boots thudding against the grime-streaked floor. The doors hissed open, flooding the car with the acrid tang of ozone gas and synth-meat vendors. She caught one last glimpse of their silhouette jagged mods glinting beneath frayed fabric before they dissolved into the neon-drenched crowd.\n\nHer fingers trembled as she tucked the card into her pocket, the metal already leaching warmth into her thigh. The train’s speakers crackled, announcing the next stop: Neon district.\n\nShe would have to decide whether to continue working or seek out the Doc. But after a brief moment of consideration, she had an idea, why not both? Perhaps handing out flyers away from the Café would yield better results, plus she'd have an opportunity to check out the place mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nThe train stopped at the neon district, another gust of ozone and synth-meat mixed with rain flooded into the cabin as the doors opened, and she stepped out.\n\nLina’s boots clicked against the rain-slick pavement as she stepped onto the neon-lit platform. The air here was thick with the sizzle of deep-fried synth-meat and the acrid tang of ozone from flickering holograms. A vendor’s stall to her left pulsed with a dulled pink light, advertising \"FRESH GLOW-GILLS~50% OFF~!\" The fish in the tank had bioluminescent scales that throbbed in time with the bass from a nearby club.\n\nShe hesitated, glancing back at the train as its doors hissed shut. It appeared she was the only one out as this district was known for its illigal wares and activities and equally known for its pick pockets, luckily she only had flyers she'd be more than happy to be rid off.\n\nAt least it wasn't raining anymore so there was no need for her to stash the flyers or stay underneath the roofed station, her eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for the landmark mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nLina’s ears twitched at the distant thrum of bass, her nose wrinkling at the scent of smouldering synth-grease and something metallic beneath it like old blood or rust, perhaps the meat from the grill was a half-half.\n\nThe station’s flickering holosign painted the puddles in shifting colors: neon pink, then bile-green, then a sickly violet. She stepped forward, her boots squelching on gum-studded pavement, and nearly tripped over a discarded needle, its edges crusted with bio-gel.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as she spotted a lone figure leaning against a flickering ad-column. An odd looking synth-junkie with rabbit ears twitching under the strobing neon. Their pupils were blown wide from cheap ocular mods, reflecting the distorted glow of a nearby \"SLUTCO: UPGRADE YOUR PLEASURE!\" hologram.\n\nShe stepped closer, the damp concrete sticking to her boots with each hesitant movement. The junkie’s nostrils flared as they caught her scent. Before they could slink away, Lina thrust a flyer between them, the paper trembling slightly in her grip. \"I-I'm looking for mods\" she stammered, reaching for the metal in her pocket.\n\nThe rabbit-eared junkie’s pupils contracted for a split second, their nose twitching as the flyer crinkled under their clawed fingers. Lina caught the glint of subdermal circuitry pulsing beneath their grime-streaked throat. Black market work, sloppier than the rusthound’s.\n\n\"Mods, huh?\" Their voice crackled like a damaged vocoder, laced with the wet gurgle of an out of sync larynx implant. A pink-tinged tongue darted out to lick chapped lips, smearing synth-grease from the half-eaned glow-gill skewer clutched in their other hand.\n\n\"I-I..never mind\" she murmered, leaving the junky behind, just as she turned she noticed the sign she had been looking for: \"NEON RAT-BETTER THAN THE CAT\"\n\nThe words flickered in jagged, acid-green holographic letters, half-drowned in the neon runoff bleeding from the surrounding ads. The building itself was wedged between a leaking noodle stall and a boarded-up pleasure-clinic, its facade layered with decades of peeling decals and graffiti tags, most of them crossed out with fresh, angry slashes of paint. She headed down the corridor and walked till she reached the third alley, it had to be around here somewhere..\n\nThe third alley was narrower than the others, the walls pressing in close enough that the glow from her wrist-comp cast jagged shadows across graffiti-scarred pipes dripping with condensation.\n\nShe kept walking till she noticed a door slightly ajar, it wasn't open before.. or perhaps she hadn't noticed it then but this could be the place she needed to be, it was her best bet for now so she peered inside.\n\nThe door creaked as Lina nudged it further open with her boot, releasing a puff of stale air that smelled of sterilized metal and something sweetly chemical. Like synthetic cherries left to rot in disinfectant.\n\nFlickering amber emergency strips cast jagged light across a narrow hallway lined with peeling safety posters, their edges curled and yellowed. One depicted a cartoon horse-girl winking beside the words \"M.A.R.E. Inc. Reminds You: Consent is Sexy! (Terms and Conditions Apply)\".\n\nA drip echoed from somewhere deeper inside. Lina’s fingers brushed the rusting doorframe, feeling the grit of decades-old paint flakes. She hesitated, this was Doc’s place? She knew nothing about the black-market was glamorous but this wasn't the place she'd be comfortable getting modded at.\n\nJust as she was about to turn around the door opened by itself, revealing a much cleaner and modern-looking interior, like the waiting room at the hospital. This was worth investigating, so she stayed and headed further inside.\n\nThe room was small, but there was a small bench enough to seat two to three people. There was a reception but it seemed deserted for the moment, a camera light blinked in the corner of her eye and she noticed a sign on the reception desk that read: \"Take a seat, we'll be with you shortly.\"\n\nLina’s fingers drummed against her thigh as she perched on the edge of the bench, the synth-leather squeaking under her weight. The antiseptic glow of overhead panels made an abandoned coffee cup look radioactive, a thin skin of iridescent oil swirling on its surface.\n\nA ventilation duct above her head exhaled a stream of artificially chilled air that smelled faintly of burnt sugar.\n\nThe camera’s red light pulsed again like a lazy heartbeat. Somewhere beyond the frosted glass door behind the desk, a hydraulic mechanism hissed and a mechanised door opened. Out came someone clad in a sterile looking latex suit, completely white and tight enough to accentuate every curve.\n\nIt was a tall zebra woman with a long braided mane, her smile was as white and polished as her suit, arteficially so but at least clean compared to the slump outside wich gave Lina a glimmer of hope and comfort.\n\n\"How can I help you?\" The woman asked, a clear bulge vissable in the area of the nether region that indicated there was more to her than just lady bits.\n\nThe zebra woman’s tail flicked behind her as she leaned slightly against the reception desk, the latex of her suit creaking with the movement. Lina’s fingers tightened around the crumpled flyer still in her hand, the damp paper sticking to her palm.\n\n\"Um,\" Lina started, her voice smaller than she intended. \"I was told—well, someone mentioned...Doc could help with… modifications?\"\n\nThe zebra’s ears twitched, her smile never faltering. \"Ah. A referral.\" She tapped a clawed finger against the desk’s surface, the sound crisp in the sterile air. \"May I ask who referred you and what kind of modifications we are discussing today?\"\n\n\"R..rusthound, h-here!\" Lina replied, retrieving the metal tag from her pocket and placing it on the counter, the zebra's eyes scanned it with renewed interest. \"Ah.. it's been a while since seeing him, how is he?\"\n\nA moment of silence passes before Lina answers: \"I-I don't know him, I bumped into him on the train while looking for well.. you see.. I..I would want more mods..a-any mods.. I'd like to become a full fur hybrid.\"\n\nThe zebra woman’s polished smile softened at the edges, her striped ears pivoting forward with interest. She plucked the rusthound’s tag from the counter with delicate precision, her clawtips clicking against the metal before tucking it into a hidden seam of her suit.\n\n\"Full hybrid conversion,\" she mused, tasting the words in her mouth, Tail swaying in a slow arc behind her. \"Ambitious for a first-timer.\" A soft hum emanated from the frosted door as it slid open another inch, releasing a whisper of warm air that carried the scent of ozone and something unnervingly organic.\n\n\"Shall we head to my office to discuss these desires of yours? I can show you some of my work~\" The woman added with another one of those arteficially enhanced smiles.\n\n\"S-sure\" Lina stammered, after a gesture of the zebra she turns and heads towards the office.\n\nThe frosted door hissed shut behind them, a space that felt both clinical and strangely intimate. Glass cabinets lined the walls, their interiors illuminated by soft violet lighting that made rows of suspended bio-samples glowing like exotic liquor. A large holoscreen flickered above an obsidian desk, displaying rotating schematics of skeletal structures morphing between human, anthro and quadruped forms.\n\nThe zebra woman gestured to a plush examination chair, its surface covered in what looked like black memory foam that shifted slightly under Lina’s weight as she sat. A tray of gleaming instruments sat nearby, their polished surfaces reflecting the neon pulse of the district outside through slatted blinds.\n\n\"My name's Debrilosia but you can call me Doc\" The zebra hummed like a song as she sat behind her desk, tapping away at the keyboard as a screen lowered itself from the ceiling. \"We'll go over your current form first.. please remain seated while I scan you so we can discuss what changes you'd like.\"\n\nThe chair molded itself around Lina’s thighs as Debrilosia’s claws danced across the holoscreen, pulling up a rotating wireframe of Lina’s unmodified form. The scan prickled across her skin like static, raising the fine hairs on her arms.\n\n\"Fascinating,\" the zebra murmured, tilting her head as biometrics flickered in amber glyphs. \"No prior mods.. except for the ears of course—no subdermal ID. You really are a blank canvas.\"\n\nA drawer slid open on the side of the chair revealing a document, Debrilosia came over to discuss the details and contents of it with Lina.\n\"You mentioned lacking the funds to pay for these mods—\"\n\nConfusion expressed itself on Lina's face \"I didn't..\"\n\nDebrilosia quickly corrected herself: \"I'm sorry, I just assumed..\" But this was a lie, while scanning her biometrics her government profile had been pulled off the black market revealing all sorts of information about Lina, her current marital status, housing and balance of funds.. Debrilosia continued: \"Most that come here do, I see so many faces these days they all just blur together forgive me, allow me to explain the contract I've pulled up for you;\"\n\nThe holoscreen flickered, projecting a dense wall of legalese in front of Lina. Debrilosia’s claw traced a highlighted clause—\"Voluntary Genetic Reconfiguration (Tier III)\" —the text pulsing faintly as her nail scraped the holographic surface.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as subclauses unfurled beneath it in cascading indigo script, detailing things like \"adaptive epidermal restructuring\" and \"neural compatibility assessments.\" The air hummed with the low thrum of machinery hidden behind the walls.\n\n\"To spare you all the boring details and legal formalities there is always a chance of things going wrong when doing something like surgery or modding, luckily for you this contract covers any such incident wich is only a 0.09% proberbility to begin with. It also covers payment options for those that can't afford to pay right away but won't cause you to go into financial trouble. And most importantly it has no limit to the amount of mods you'd like to undergo granted you take at least 2 of the equine catalogue, I'll pull it up for you after signing, I can't disclose any of my work without you signing this contract as it also legally binds you not to disclose you getting these mods for essentially free.. but we'll get to that later.\"\n\nLina is immediately overwhelmed by the barage of words coming from Debrilosia and simply nods along, there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with what's being said as she briefly reads through the contract. \"Sure I'll sign it\" Lina says.\n\nThe holoscreen shimmered as Lina pressed her thumb to the biometric signature pad. A warm tingle spreads up her arm, not entirely unpleasant but unsettling in its intimacy, like being touched by something unseen.\n\nDebrilosia’s ears twitched as the contract dissolved into pixels. \"Good,\" she purred, tapping a claw against her desk. A panel slid open beside Lina’s chair, revealing a tray with a single syringe filled with pearlescent fluid. \"We’ll start with the neural primer. It’ll help your brain adapt to the new sensory inputs.\"\n\nAnother expression of confusion, underlined with panic, paints on Lina's face, and as she's about to protest and get out of the chair, restraints pop around her wrist, the material around her legs tightens, and Debrilosia smiles with that same polished smile as before.\n\nThe restraints clicked softly, more like jewellery fastening than prison locks, but Lina’s pulse still thrummed in her throat. Debrilosia’s smile didn’t waver as she lifted the syringe, the pearlescent fluid inside catching the light in oily swirls.\n\n\"Relax,\" the zebra murmured, her voice smooth as the hum of the hidden machinery. \"This part is just to make sure your nervous system doesn’t reject the modifications later. Think of it as… a friendly handshake between you and the changes to come.\"\n\nThe needle glinted as it neared Lina’s forearm.\n\nThe needle slid into Lina’s skin with a whisper of pressure, cold at first, then blooming into a strange warmth that radiated up her arm like liquid sunlight. She gasped as the fluid dispersed through her veins, carrying with it the faintest metallic aftertaste on her tongue like licking a battery or a spoon for too long.\n\nDebrilosia withdrew the syringe, her striped fingers deftly capping it before setting it aside. \"There,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. \"Not so bad, was it?\"\n\nLina’s fingers twitched against the restraints as the warmth spread deeper, settling into her bones. \"It was just a bit sudden, a-and I don't like needles.\n\nDebrilosia chuckled softly, the sound like rustling silk as she stroked a finger along Lina’s forearm. \"Oh, sweet thing, that’s the easiest part,\" she murmured. The zebra’s tail flicked idly as she turned toward a sleek console embedded in the wall, her claws tapping a sequence that made the holoscreen flicker to life once more.\n\nA three-dimensional model of Lina rotated slowly, muscle fibers glowing beneath digitised skin.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the warmth in her veins pulsed in time with the screen’s rhythmic glow. The restraints vibrated faintly, adjusting to some unseen calibration.\n\n\"Now,\" Debrilosia murmured, claws skimming the air just above Lina’s collarbone. \"Let’s discuss aesthetics.\"\n\nDebrilosia’s hands hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s hips with clinical precision. “Your pelvic structure is quite narrow,” she mused, her voice dripping with false sympathy as her fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Lina’s waist. “We could widen it..just a few centimeters to accommodate proper equine musculature and perhaps better suited to birth cubs.”\n\nLina squirmed as the zebra’s thumbs dug into the dip of her spine, kneading the tension there with practiced ease. “And these,” Debrilosia continued, circling the base of Lina’s ribs, “could stand to be… adjusted.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped the console and a low mechanical whir filled the room as the chair reclined further, tilting Lina’s hips upward at an angle that made her breath catch. The zebra’s breath ghosted over the shell of her ear as she leaned in, the scent slightly sickening and laced with arteficial mint and cherries.\n\n\"Shhh,\" Debrilosia murmured, her voice honeyed but firm. \"Just breathe. The real work hasn’t even started yet.. You have a say in the changes too you know.. I tought you wanted this.\"\n\n\"Y-yes, I want this,\" Lina stammered, fingers curling against the padded restraints as the chair’s servos whined beneath her.\n\nDebrilosia’s smile sharpened. \"Good, otherwise I'd have to remind you of your contract, now what changes DID you have in mind?\"\n\nLina hesitates, she hadn't really considered this yet.. she had wanted mods so badly she'd forgotten all the details, including the contract.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw tapped impatiently against the console, the rhythm syncing with the pulse now throbbing in Lina’s temples. The neural primer made her thoughts feel syrupy, like wading through warm oil.\n\n\"Come now,\" the zebra crooned, tilting Lina’s chin up with a single hand. \"No need to be shy. Tell me what you want. What you REALLY want.\" The word dripped with implication, her breath hot against Lina’s cheek.\n\nLina’s tongue felt too thick. \"I—I just wanted to fit in,\" she whispered, the admission burning her throat. \"At the café.. in society..\"\n\n\"Oh, darling,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr laced with something darker. \"Fitting in is the least of what we’ll do for you.\"\n\nThe console beside them flickered, projecting a dizzying array of equine modifications: arched necks, sleek flanks, powerful haunches, each more exaggerated than the last to show off the limitless possibilities. \"See anything you like?~\" Debrilosia teased knowing full well how overwhelming, confusing and unsetling it all must be to be inside Lina's shoes.\n\nThe first changes she undewent where purely estetic to fit in with other furs, an equine tail, fur that sprouted from places that didn't have hair before and a muzzle that grew and elongated faster than should be possible. What came next where the upgrades..\n\n\"These..I think..it's not too much but nothing to sneeze at\" Lina awnsers pointing at option 6 out of 10. Powerfull haunches with the elegance of a showhorse.\n\n\"Perfect, they'll suit you well, have you considered upgrading these as well, they'd compliment the legs nicely you know~\" Doc muses while pointing at Lina's breast, she currently doesn't have much to work with but one glance at the screen and it seems that change is just one choice away.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s modest chest with a slow, deliberate circle. \"We could enhance these… substantially,\" she purred, her breath warm against Lina’s neck as the screen flickered, displaying plentifull options, pert equine teats located on the abdomin, plush mare’s udders, even synthetic silicone expansions that would swell beyond human proportions, but also those located where her natural breast would be, these also with the option of silicone.\n\nLina’s pulse stuttered as the images shifted, her skin prickling where the neural primer still pulsed beneath it. The chair’s restraints tightened almost imperceptibly, adjusting to her shallow breaths.\n\n\"M-maybe just… a little fuller? I..I'm not sure..a-about the udders..\" Lina said, pointing at a modest improvement to her current bust size.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand traced a slow, approving circle in the air as the holoscreen shimmered with new configurations. \"A refined choice,\" she murmured, her breath thick with synthetic cherry as the console emitted a soft chime.\n\nFrom the ceiling came two mechanical arms with something weird at the end of them, another arm came and swiftly cut her shirt allowing Debrilosia to bare Lina's breast to the apparatus.\n\nLina gasped when cold gel pads adhered to her chest, their surfaces buzzing with nanite activity. The restraints tightened another fraction as hydraulic arms unfolded from the chair’s sides, their needle-tipped appendages glinting under the sterile lights.\n\n\"Just a little fuller?\" Debrilosia echoed, her striped lips curling as she input the command. The needles descended in a synchronized hum, piercing flesh with precision-tuned indifference.\n\nLina’s gasp turned into a whimper as the needles burrowed deeper, their cold precision contrasting with the sudden, searing heat flooding her chest. The gel pads pulsed rhythmically, their nanites weaving through tissue with microscopic urgency.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw traced the edge of a monitor, watching biometrics flicker in rapid succession. \"Ah, good. Your body’s accepting the initial framework,\" she murmured, her tail flicking against Lina’s thigh. \"Tighten the restraints; we don’t want any squirming during the density infusion.\"\n\nA mechanical click echoed as the bands around Lina’s ribs constricted, forcing her to take shallow, controlled breaths.\n\n\"I think these are better suited for you..\" Debrilosia says selecting a bigger bust size than the one Lina had picked.\n\nLina’s protest died in her throat as the needles retracted with a wet shlick, replaced by thick injection ports that latched onto her tingling skin. A viscous, pearlescent fluid pulsed through the tubes. First cold, then burning as it flooded her mammary tissue with hyperactive growth stimulants.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws drummed against the console. \"Ohhh, you’ll thank me later,\" she crooned as Lina’s flesh visibly swelled beneath the gel pads, stretching taut like overfilled water balloons. The nanites hissed as they worked, knitting new fat cells and ductwork with clinical efficiency.\n\nLina’s back arched against the restraints as the burning spread with a throbbing fullness that made her whimper. The gel pads hissed, their surfaces now stretched taut over rapidly expanding curves.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped a rhythmic countdown on the console. “Three… two… one—”\n\nA wet pop echoed as the gel pads detached, revealing Lina’s chest now straining against the remnants of her tattered shirt. The skin there glistened and has gone slightly inflamed, flushed and hypersensitive, every breath making the new weight sway slightly.\n\n\"Perfect already, but they'll grow more over the following days.. Just have to put you on a good diet.. now where where we~\"\n\nDebrilosia’s hand traced the edge of the console, her latex-gloved fingers dancing over a new set of inputs. The holoscreen flickered, skeletal diagrams dissolving into something far more intimate, a cross-section of Lina’s pelvis, rendered in pulsing neon.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the restraints shifted again, the bands around her thighs spreading her just a fraction wider. Cold air kissed newly exposed skin as another mechanical arm descended, its tip glistening with a thick lubricant.\n\nThe lubricant-dripped arm hovered between Lina's thighs, its mechanical joints whirring softly as Debrilosia's hand tapped a final command into the console. Lina's hips jerked instinctively when the cold, slick tip brushed her inner thigh.\n\n\"Shhh, precious. Structural adjustments require access,\" Debrilosia purred, her zebra-striped tail flicking against the monitor as the arm's secondary joints unfolded, revealing a slender probe glistening with bioactive gel and another that would make an incision in her jeans so they could reach her privates.\n\nLina's gasp fractured into a moan as the probe pressed inward, its tapered tip parting her with obscene ease.\n\nThe probe slid deeper with a wet, mechanical precision, its bioactive gel warming instantly against Lina’s inner walls. Her thighs trembled as the arm adjusted its angle, the secondary joint rotating with a soft hydraulic hiss.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped against the console, her gaze flickering between Lina’s flushed face and the holoscreen’s pulsing readouts. \"Ah, there.. just a little resistance,\" she murmured, tilting her head as the probe’s tip pressed against something firm and deep within her core, something that she wished she didn't feel.\n\nDebrilosia’s breath hitched as the holoscreen displayed real-time biometrics. The probe’s tip dilated with a wet click, releasing a thick, see through fluid that seeped into Lina’s clenched muscles.\n\nThen the intrucion started buzzing, a slow faintly noticable vibration at first but soon one hard to ignore like that of a bulletvibrator deep inside her private part, what made it even harder to ignore was the fact it vibrated across it's entire lenght, from her g-spot to her cervix it stimulated every nerve she had.\n\n\"FFhhhuUUucK!\" Lina moaned, twisting and turning in her bindings but the restraints held her tight barely allowing movement wich made what should be pleasure into torture. It didn't take long for her to reach climax squirting all over her seat.\n\nThe vibrations stuttered to a halt, leaving Lina’s hips twitching against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat glazed her skin as the probe retracted with a wet ssslurp, its surface now streaked with more than lubricant and something iridescent shimmering in the residue.\n\nDebrilosia’s nostrils flared. “Oh? Oh.” Her fingers jabbed a command into the console, and the holoscreen exploded with crimson alerts. Lina’s pelvic cross-section now pulsed with strange nodes along her cervix.\n\n“W-what’s—” Lina’s question dissolved into a gasp as the nodes flexed on-screen, her own muscles mirroring the motion in a ripple of involuntary clenches.\n\n“Fascinating.” Debrilosia dragged her hand down the monitor, magnifying a cluster of neurons firing erratically near Lina’s spine. “The primer’s interacting with your sacral plexus. Hmm.” Her tail flicked against Lina’s thigh, the touch featherlight. “Tell me… have you ever felt.. empty in places you shouldn’t?”\n\nLina squirmed in her restraints, no longer sure she wants all of this to happen.\n\n\"Tsk. Still fighting it?\" Debrilosia’s claw traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes now pulsing in time with Lina’s rabbit-quick heartbeat. \"Your cervix is dilating. Not from pain, either.\" She smirked as the probe oozed another sluggish drip. \"Tell me, did you read the contract properly?\"\n\nLina’s jaw clenched. She hadn't, even though she should have. It had been the spur of the moment, her desperation and a hint of naïvity that led her to this moment strapped in a modified dentist chair.\n\nDebrilosia dimmed the holoscreen, plunging the room into the sterile glow of bioluminescent gel. \"Let’s review,\" she crooned, dragging her fingers down Lina’s sternum. The touch felt invasive, too precise, too perverted as it circled a nipple swollen from the primer’s work. \"Appendix B, subsection five.\"\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the text flickered across the screen:\n\n> Recipient agrees to adaptive fertility enhancements per selected genetic catalogue (see Equine Supplement 12.7).\n\nThe zebra’s other hand slipped between Lina’s thighs, her knuckles grinding against the wet fabric. \"Those nodes?\" She nipped Lina’s earlobe. \"They’re thirsty.. Primed to lock onto the first compatible donor.\" Her thumb pressed hard just above Lina’s clit, mimicking the rhythm of the probe. \"You’re already dripping for it~ Smell it?~\"\n\nShe did, she could smell her own arousal. Her hips jerked into Debrilosia’s palm. The betrayal of her own body wrenching a sob from her throat. She felt the need.. the desperation.\n\n\"Shhh.\" Debrilosia hushed as she licked the salt from Lina’s collarbone. \"You'll get used to it.. and if you behave you wont have to endure it long.. we'll make sure your heat is managable by keeping you fertilized or pregnant at all times~\" Debrilosia teased tracing her fingers along Lina's abdomen beneath her navel.\n\nEverything about this was wrong but in her drugged state it all felt right, despite her mind not wanting it her body did.. it craved for these changes and promises. \"Ph..leaashe!\" Lina whimpered, her hips jerking up as if to impale herself on an imaginary cock.\n\n\"Oh don't worry.. I have just the stud for you~\"\n\nThe door hissed open behind her. Lina’s head lolled to the side, her vision swimming with weird afterimages, but she could smell him before she saw him. Musky, thick with pheromones that made her clench around nothing.\n\nHe was massive. Not just tall, but broad, his modified equine frame straining against a SlutCo-branded bodysuit, the fabric translucent over the swell of his cock. A prosthetic? No.. the holoscreen beside her flashed his specs: Genetic Donor #X-9. Hypervirile. Implanted seeding protocol.\n\nLina’s throat clicked around a whimper as he stepped closer, his fingers grazing the edge of the chair, his nostrills flaring as he took in her scent. Debrilosia purred, \"See? Custom-tuned to your new nodes.\"\n\nThe first touch of his muzzle against her neck sent a shockwave down her spine. Her body arched, her hips pistoning up against the restraints, her cunt dripping shamelessly. She didn't just start needing it.. deep down she started to desire it too.\n\n\"P-please~!\" she choked, but her plea dissolved into a moan as his tongue swiped a hot stripe up her throat. The holoscreen flared: Cervical dilation optimal ... Proceed Y/N?\n\nDebrilosia’s claw hovered over the console. \"Say stop,\" she taunted, \"That is.. if you can.. not that it matters, you've signed the contract after all, you are property of SlutCo.\"\n\nLina’s teeth sank into her lip, trying not to say the words out loud despite her body screaming yes.\n\nThe stud mounted the chair. His weight pressing the chair’s restraints to their limit, the hydraulic joints groaning as he mounted her. His breath scorched Lina’s neck with thick, animalistic laced pheromones that slithered straight into her rewired nerves. Her thighs spread wider on their own, her hips tilting up in shameless invitation to the point of discomfort.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes flaring crimson along Lina’s cervix. “Look at that,” she purred. “Your body’s already aching for him.” \n\nLina whimpered as the stud’s blunt tip pressed against her cunt, not human, not by a long shot as she felt the tapered flare of his shaft designed to lock. Her back arched as he shoved forward, the stretch bordering on pain before the neural primer flooded her with molten pleasure. \n\n“Nngh~fuck!” Her cry fractured as he bottomed out, her inner walls fluttering around the thick intrusion. The holoscreen lit up with biometrics: Cervical dilation confirmed. Adaptive receptivity: 92%. \n\nDebrilosia smirked. “Appendix C, sweetheart. Mandatory ovulation induction.” She tapped the console, and Lina’s belly cramped as her abused cervix yielded, the nodes pulsing in time with the stud’s thrusts. \n\n“Stop...please—” Lina sobbed, even as her legs hooked around his hips. \n\n“Can't do you little slut!~” Debrilosia pinched her nipple, sending a shockwave straight to her clit. “Your contract says build to breed, and look at you…” She dragged a finger through the mess dripping down Lina’s thighs. “Dripping for it.” \n\nThe stud’s pace turned brutal, his hips pistoning with practised precision like the dozen or so mares he'd mounted before. \n\nSuddenly Debrilosia gripped her jaw. “Open wide, mare~” The zebra woman’s voice dripped with mock sweetness as she forced two glossy pills onto Lina’s tongue. They dissolved instantly, flooding her mouth with a saccharine-chemical tang that made her gag but the Doc's hand prevented her from spilling any untill she swallowed.\n\nHeat exploded in her gut. The holoscreen above her flickered: Ovulation accelerants detected. Neural compliance threshold: 66%. \n\nLina’s vision blurred as the drugs hit her modified nervous system, her cunt clenching rhythmically around the stud’s shaft. Every drag of his cock against her sensitized walls dragging out another whimper of need, her nipples hardening to aching points beneath the cold glare of the clinic lights. \n\nDebrilosia's fingers traced down Lina’s trembling belly, circling the already distended swell where the stud’s thrusts were reshaping her. Modelling her like sculpting clay.\n\n“Mmm… perfect. Your uterus is accommodating him so nicely.” She tapped the holoscreen, and a fresh wave of synthetic pheromones hissed from the vents above, thick, musky, overwhelming. Lina’s nostrils flared as the scent bypassed her rational mind entirely, her hips jerking up to meet the stud’s brutal pace. She could see how the Doc administered a supressent for herself but Lina had no such luxury.\n\n“N-no, I don’t... ah!—don’t want t-to—!” Her protest dissolved into a scream as the stud’s flare finally inflated inside her, the stretch bordering on agony before the neural primer flooded her with dopamine. The holoscreen flashed crimson: Cervical seal established. Insemination protocol imminent. \n\nDebrilosia laughed, her tail flicking as she watched Lina’s back arch off the chair, her body convulsing as the first hot pulse of seed flooded her rewritten womb. “Too late for regrets, little mare. You'll be birthing us a new generation of sluts.\"\n\nWhile Lina had started this day like any other but after signing that contract things would never be the same.\n"
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"writing": "It was a regular day like any other. Lina had her breakfast and morning shower before heading out and was now sitting in the train on her way to the big city where she would go to the Furry Maid Cafe and hand out flyers to strangers in the hopes of enticing them to come and visit.\n\nMore often than not, people would just walk by and ignore her for the most part, especially if they were on their phone or in a rush but occasionally she'd be able to hand out a flyer and even strike a conversation. It probably didn't help that she wasn't a furry herself, not even close, as she didn't even have a tail.\n\nShe had ears though, but they had cost her a fortune. They were fluffy fox ears that worked well with her reddish hair but that also meant they didn't stand out too much, wich for the potential clientelle might go unnoticed.\n\nShe'd been thinking about getting new mods like one would for tattoos but due to the funds and potential health hazard, it has just not come to fruition.\n\nThe train hummed softly as it glided along the tracks, the rhythmic clatter blending with the murmur of passengers. Lina adjusted the strap of her bag, fingers brushing against the stack of flyers inside. A man in a sleek business suit glanced at her ears, but only for a moment before returning to his tablet, fingers tapping against the screen. She exhaled, smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt, then reached for another flyer just as the train slowed for the next stop. The doors hissed open, and a group of chattering college students flooded in, their laughter sharp against the muted background noise.\n\nThis was the part that sucked about her job, having to travel by train during the busy hours, she was expected to make her rounds in the train as well but her chances of handing out flyers had proven even slimmer then, still she stood up and walked over to the group first.\n\nShe noticed they had a modded gazelle amongst them, perhaps they'd even be interested in working there or at the very least open to the idea of giving the cafe a visit so she used that as a way of introducing herself before handing off the flyer.\n\nThe gazelle-girl’s ears twitched as Lina approached, her golden eyes flicking down to the flyer before a slow smirk curled her lips. \"Oh, this place?\" she drawled, plucking the glossy paper between manicured claws. \"Thought they only hired full-mods.\" Her friends snickered, one nudging the gazelle’s shoulder with a scaled elbow, some kind of reptilian mod, glistening under the train’s harsh lights.\n\nLina’s fingers tightened around the remaining flyers, the edges crumpling slightly. \"They...they—\" she stammered, forcing a smile as the train lurched around a bend.\n\n\"They what? Can't afford full mods? No wonder no one ever comes to visit that place!\" One with a snake tongue retorted causing another burst of laughter from the group. It was pointless to further humiliate herself so she decided to move on.\n\nLina’s cheeks burned as she turned away, clutching the crumpled flyers to her chest. The train’s lights flickered overhead, casting elongated shadows across the floor as she shuffled toward the next car. A woman with iridescent butterfly wings glanced up from her tablet, her pupils dilating slightly, a modded reflex no doubt, before dismissing Lina with a flick of her wrist. The doors between cars shuddered open, releasing a gust of metallic-smelling wind that tugged at Lina’s skirt.\n\nShe steadied herself against a pole, her fox ears flattening instinctively as the train swayed. This city sucked, ever since the mods had become mainstream it seemed nearly everyone had them and thus a place like the Furry Café wasn't considered special anymore.\n\nThe train ground to a halt at the next station, and Lina stumbled forward, her shoulder bumping into a man with synthetic silver-furred arms. He didn’t even glance at her, too busy adjusting the glowing neural interface embedded in his temple.\n\nThe doors hissed open, flooding the car with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and fried synth-meat from a vendor outside. A new wave of passengers surged in; a harried mother with twin toddlers sporting temporary kitten-ear mods (probably cheap weekend rentals and clearly fake compared to the real thing), a cluster of corporate types with identical chrome talons tapping at wrist-comm units and a lonesome figure, their face obscured by the hood.\n\nThe hooded figure shifted slightly as the train lurched forward again, their partially gloved fingers tightening around a rusted support rail. Lina caught a glimpse of jagged, mismatched claws, clearly black-market mods, the kind spliced together from scavenged gene-kits or that of experimental and stolen drugs. A stale, musky scent wafted from their frayed sleeves, something organic beneath the synthetic leather.\n\nOne of the corporate types wrinkled their nose and edged away, their chromed talons retracting in distaste. The figure’s hood tilted just enough for Lina to spot a sliver of mottled, scale-patched skin and a single, unnaturally bright eye. Definatly black market, she didn't want trouble but she felt intrigued.. she liked the look of hybrids and the black market was a lot cheaper than those on the regular market. Perhaps they could point her in the right direction..\n\nShe aproached the figure who took out one of his earbuds indicating they where willing to listen to what she had to say. \"Having trouble getting rid of those flyers? Just toss them in the bin and say you where done, that's what I used to do anyway.\"\n\nThe figure’s voice was a low rasp, like dragging something heavy over concrete. Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the crumpled flyers. The train’s hum deepened as it plunged into a tunnel, bathing the car in flickering emergency lights that made the stranger’s scaled knuckles gleam like oil-slicked metal.\n\nUp close, the scent was sharper, something fermented, like cheap gene-brew sweating through porous skin. The hood shifted again, and this time she caught the full glint of that unnatural eye: a vertical slit pupil swimming in amber, the edges stitched with haphazard circuitry that pulsed faintly. Black-market anthro mods but mixed with tech-mods. They where a mix-match of hybrid and cyborg.\n\n\"I-i was wondering i-if you knew where I could get some cheap mods?\" She stammered with a whisper.\n\nThe hooded figure exhaled with a slow, rattling breath that smelled of alcohol and damp fur. Their mismatched claws twitched, one finger extending to tap against Lina’s wrist. The contact sent a jolt through her, static clinging to her skin like a residue.\n\n\"Cheap mods, huh?\" The voice was still rough, but amusement threaded through it now. The figure tilted their head, the hood slipping just enough to reveal a jagged, cybernetic jawline beneath. \"What makes you think I know where to find those, do I look cheap to you?\" They chuckled.\n\nLina swallowed hard, her fox ears flicking back.\n\n\"N-no that's not what I meant, i..I just..n-nevermind..\"\n\nThe figure roughly exhaled through their nose before reaching into their coat. Lina flinched, half-expecting a weapon, but they only withdrew a dented metal card, its surface scratched with a crude paw-print logo.\n\n\"Third alley behind the Neon Rat,\" they muttered, pressing the card into her palm. The edges were sharp, the metal warm from being tucked against skin. \"Ask for Doc. Say the rusthound sent you.\"\n\nThe train shuddered to a stop, and the figure straightened and prepared to head out.\n\nThe card bit into Lina’s palm as the rusthound shouldered past, their heavy boots thudding against the grime-streaked floor. The doors hissed open, flooding the car with the acrid tang of ozone gas and synth-meat vendors. She caught one last glimpse of their silhouette jagged mods glinting beneath frayed fabric before they dissolved into the neon-drenched crowd.\n\nHer fingers trembled as she tucked the card into her pocket, the metal already leaching warmth into her thigh. The train’s speakers crackled, announcing the next stop: Neon district.\n\nShe would have to decide whether to continue working or seek out the Doc. But after a brief moment of consideration, she had an idea, why not both? Perhaps handing out flyers away from the Café would yield better results, plus she'd have an opportunity to check out the place mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nThe train stopped at the neon district, another gust of ozone and synth-meat mixed with rain flooded into the cabin as the doors opened, and she stepped out.\n\nLina’s boots clicked against the rain-slick pavement as she stepped onto the neon-lit platform. The air here was thick with the sizzle of deep-fried synth-meat and the acrid tang of ozone from flickering holograms. A vendor’s stall to her left pulsed with a dulled pink light, advertising \"FRESH GLOW-GILLS~50% OFF~!\" The fish in the tank had bioluminescent scales that throbbed in time with the bass from a nearby club.\n\nShe hesitated, glancing back at the train as its doors hissed shut. It appeared she was the only one out as this district was known for its illigal wares and activities and equally known for its pick pockets, luckily she only had flyers she'd be more than happy to be rid off.\n\nAt least it wasn't raining anymore so there was no need for her to stash the flyers or stay underneath the roofed station, her eyes scanned the surrounding area looking for the landmark mentioned by the rusthound.\n\nLina’s ears twitched at the distant thrum of bass, her nose wrinkling at the scent of smouldering synth-grease and something metallic beneath it like old blood or rust, perhaps the meat from the grill was a half-half.\n\nThe station’s flickering holosign painted the puddles in shifting colors: neon pink, then bile-green, then a sickly violet. She stepped forward, her boots squelching on gum-studded pavement, and nearly tripped over a discarded needle, its edges crusted with bio-gel.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as she spotted a lone figure leaning against a flickering ad-column. An odd looking synth-junkie with rabbit ears twitching under the strobing neon. Their pupils were blown wide from cheap ocular mods, reflecting the distorted glow of a nearby \"SLUTCO: UPGRADE YOUR PLEASURE!\" hologram.\n\nShe stepped closer, the damp concrete sticking to her boots with each hesitant movement. The junkie’s nostrils flared as they caught her scent. Before they could slink away, Lina thrust a flyer between them, the paper trembling slightly in her grip. \"I-I'm looking for mods\" she stammered, reaching for the metal in her pocket.\n\nThe rabbit-eared junkie’s pupils contracted for a split second, their nose twitching as the flyer crinkled under their clawed fingers. Lina caught the glint of subdermal circuitry pulsing beneath their grime-streaked throat. Black market work, sloppier than the rusthound’s.\n\n\"Mods, huh?\" Their voice crackled like a damaged vocoder, laced with the wet gurgle of an out of sync larynx implant. A pink-tinged tongue darted out to lick chapped lips, smearing synth-grease from the half-eaned glow-gill skewer clutched in their other hand.\n\n\"I-I..never mind\" she murmered, leaving the junky behind, just as she turned she noticed the sign she had been looking for: \"NEON RAT-BETTER THAN THE CAT\"\n\nThe words flickered in jagged, acid-green holographic letters, half-drowned in the neon runoff bleeding from the surrounding ads. The building itself was wedged between a leaking noodle stall and a boarded-up pleasure-clinic, its facade layered with decades of peeling decals and graffiti tags, most of them crossed out with fresh, angry slashes of paint. She headed down the corridor and walked till she reached the third alley, it had to be around here somewhere..\n\nThe third alley was narrower than the others, the walls pressing in close enough that the glow from her wrist-comp cast jagged shadows across graffiti-scarred pipes dripping with condensation.\n\nShe kept walking till she noticed a door slightly ajar, it wasn't open before.. or perhaps she hadn't noticed it then but this could be the place she needed to be, it was her best bet for now so she peered inside.\n\nThe door creaked as Lina nudged it further open with her boot, releasing a puff of stale air that smelled of sterilized metal and something sweetly chemical. Like synthetic cherries left to rot in disinfectant.\n\nFlickering amber emergency strips cast jagged light across a narrow hallway lined with peeling safety posters, their edges curled and yellowed. One depicted a cartoon horse-girl winking beside the words \"M.A.R.E. Inc. Reminds You: Consent is Sexy! (Terms and Conditions Apply)\".\n\nA drip echoed from somewhere deeper inside. Lina’s fingers brushed the rusting doorframe, feeling the grit of decades-old paint flakes. She hesitated, this was Doc’s place? She knew nothing about the black-market was glamorous but this wasn't the place she'd be comfortable getting modded at.\n\nJust as she was about to turn around the door opened by itself, revealing a much cleaner and modern-looking interior, like the waiting room at the hospital. This was worth investigating, so she stayed and headed further inside.\n\nThe room was small, but there was a small bench enough to seat two to three people. There was a reception but it seemed deserted for the moment, a camera light blinked in the corner of her eye and she noticed a sign on the reception desk that read: \"Take a seat, we'll be with you shortly.\"\n\nLina’s fingers drummed against her thigh as she perched on the edge of the bench, the synth-leather squeaking under her weight. The antiseptic glow of overhead panels made an abandoned coffee cup look radioactive, a thin skin of iridescent oil swirling on its surface.\n\nA ventilation duct above her head exhaled a stream of artificially chilled air that smelled faintly of burnt sugar.\n\nThe camera’s red light pulsed again like a lazy heartbeat. Somewhere beyond the frosted glass door behind the desk, a hydraulic mechanism hissed and a mechanised door opened. Out came someone clad in a sterile looking latex suit, completely white and tight enough to accentuate every curve.\n\nIt was a tall zebra woman with a long braided mane, her smile was as white and polished as her suit, arteficially so but at least clean compared to the slump outside wich gave Lina a glimmer of hope and comfort.\n\n\"How can I help you?\" The woman asked, a clear bulge vissable in the area of the nether region that indicated there was more to her than just lady bits.\n\nThe zebra woman’s tail flicked behind her as she leaned slightly against the reception desk, the latex of her suit creaking with the movement. Lina’s fingers tightened around the crumpled flyer still in her hand, the damp paper sticking to her palm.\n\n\"Um,\" Lina started, her voice smaller than she intended. \"I was told—well, someone mentioned...Doc could help with… modifications?\"\n\nThe zebra’s ears twitched, her smile never faltering. \"Ah. A referral.\" She tapped a clawed finger against the desk’s surface, the sound crisp in the sterile air. \"May I ask who referred you and what kind of modifications we are discussing today?\"\n\n\"R..rusthound, h-here!\" Lina replied, retrieving the metal tag from her pocket and placing it on the counter, the zebra's eyes scanned it with renewed interest. \"Ah.. it's been a while since seeing him, how is he?\"\n\nA moment of silence passes before Lina answers: \"I-I don't know him, I bumped into him on the train while looking for well.. you see.. I..I would want more mods..a-any mods.. I'd like to become a full fur hybrid.\"\n\nThe zebra woman’s polished smile softened at the edges, her striped ears pivoting forward with interest. She plucked the rusthound’s tag from the counter with delicate precision, her clawtips clicking against the metal before tucking it into a hidden seam of her suit.\n\n\"Full hybrid conversion,\" she mused, tasting the words in her mouth, Tail swaying in a slow arc behind her. \"Ambitious for a first-timer.\" A soft hum emanated from the frosted door as it slid open another inch, releasing a whisper of warm air that carried the scent of ozone and something unnervingly organic.\n\n\"Shall we head to my office to discuss these desires of yours? I can show you some of my work~\" The woman added with another one of those arteficially enhanced smiles.\n\n\"S-sure\" Lina stammered, after a gesture of the zebra she turns and heads towards the office.\n\nThe frosted door hissed shut behind them, a space that felt both clinical and strangely intimate. Glass cabinets lined the walls, their interiors illuminated by soft violet lighting that made rows of suspended bio-samples glowing like exotic liquor. A large holoscreen flickered above an obsidian desk, displaying rotating schematics of skeletal structures morphing between human, anthro and quadruped forms.\n\nThe zebra woman gestured to a plush examination chair, its surface covered in what looked like black memory foam that shifted slightly under Lina’s weight as she sat. A tray of gleaming instruments sat nearby, their polished surfaces reflecting the neon pulse of the district outside through slatted blinds.\n\n\"My name's Debrilosia but you can call me Doc\" The zebra hummed like a song as she sat behind her desk, tapping away at the keyboard as a screen lowered itself from the ceiling. \"We'll go over your current form first.. please remain seated while I scan you so we can discuss what changes you'd like.\"\n\nThe chair molded itself around Lina’s thighs as Debrilosia’s claws danced across the holoscreen, pulling up a rotating wireframe of Lina’s unmodified form. The scan prickled across her skin like static, raising the fine hairs on her arms.\n\n\"Fascinating,\" the zebra murmured, tilting her head as biometrics flickered in amber glyphs. \"No prior mods.. except for the ears of course—no subdermal ID. You really are a blank canvas.\"\n\nA drawer slid open on the side of the chair revealing a document, Debrilosia came over to discuss the details and contents of it with Lina.\n\"You mentioned lacking the funds to pay for these mods—\"\n\nConfusion expressed itself on Lina's face \"I didn't..\"\n\nDebrilosia quickly corrected herself: \"I'm sorry, I just assumed..\" But this was a lie, while scanning her biometrics her government profile had been pulled off the black market revealing all sorts of information about Lina, her current marital status, housing and balance of funds.. Debrilosia continued: \"Most that come here do, I see so many faces these days they all just blur together forgive me, allow me to explain the contract I've pulled up for you;\"\n\nThe holoscreen flickered, projecting a dense wall of legalese in front of Lina. Debrilosia’s claw traced a highlighted clause—\"Voluntary Genetic Reconfiguration (Tier III)\" —the text pulsing faintly as her nail scraped the holographic surface.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as subclauses unfurled beneath it in cascading indigo script, detailing things like \"adaptive epidermal restructuring\" and \"neural compatibility assessments.\" The air hummed with the low thrum of machinery hidden behind the walls.\n\n\"To spare you all the boring details and legal formalities there is always a chance of things going wrong when doing something like surgery or modding, luckily for you this contract covers any such incident wich is only a 0.09% proberbility to begin with. It also covers payment options for those that can't afford to pay right away but won't cause you to go into financial trouble. And most importantly it has no limit to the amount of mods you'd like to undergo granted you take at least 2 of the equine catalogue, I'll pull it up for you after signing, I can't disclose any of my work without you signing this contract as it also legally binds you not to disclose you getting these mods for essentially free.. but we'll get to that later.\"\n\nLina is immediately overwhelmed by the barage of words coming from Debrilosia and simply nods along, there doesn't appear to be anything wrong with what's being said as she briefly reads through the contract. \"Sure I'll sign it\" Lina says.\n\nThe holoscreen shimmered as Lina pressed her thumb to the biometric signature pad. A warm tingle spreads up her arm, not entirely unpleasant but unsettling in its intimacy, like being touched by something unseen.\n\nDebrilosia’s ears twitched as the contract dissolved into pixels. \"Good,\" she purred, tapping a claw against her desk. A panel slid open beside Lina’s chair, revealing a tray with a single syringe filled with pearlescent fluid. \"We’ll start with the neural primer. It’ll help your brain adapt to the new sensory inputs.\"\n\nAnother expression of confusion, underlined with panic, paints on Lina's face, and as she's about to protest and get out of the chair, restraints pop around her wrist, the material around her legs tightens, and Debrilosia smiles with that same polished smile as before.\n\nThe restraints clicked softly, more like jewellery fastening than prison locks, but Lina’s pulse still thrummed in her throat. Debrilosia’s smile didn’t waver as she lifted the syringe, the pearlescent fluid inside catching the light in oily swirls.\n\n\"Relax,\" the zebra murmured, her voice smooth as the hum of the hidden machinery. \"This part is just to make sure your nervous system doesn’t reject the modifications later. Think of it as… a friendly handshake between you and the changes to come.\"\n\nThe needle glinted as it neared Lina’s forearm.\n\nThe needle slid into Lina’s skin with a whisper of pressure, cold at first, then blooming into a strange warmth that radiated up her arm like liquid sunlight. She gasped as the fluid dispersed through her veins, carrying with it the faintest metallic aftertaste on her tongue like licking a battery or a spoon for too long.\n\nDebrilosia withdrew the syringe, her striped fingers deftly capping it before setting it aside. \"There,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. \"Not so bad, was it?\"\n\nLina’s fingers twitched against the restraints as the warmth spread deeper, settling into her bones. \"It was just a bit sudden, a-and I don't like needles.\n\nDebrilosia chuckled softly, the sound like rustling silk as she stroked a finger along Lina’s forearm. \"Oh, sweet thing, that’s the easiest part,\" she murmured. The zebra’s tail flicked idly as she turned toward a sleek console embedded in the wall, her claws tapping a sequence that made the holoscreen flicker to life once more.\n\nA three-dimensional model of Lina rotated slowly, muscle fibers glowing beneath digitised skin.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the warmth in her veins pulsed in time with the screen’s rhythmic glow. The restraints vibrated faintly, adjusting to some unseen calibration.\n\n\"Now,\" Debrilosia murmured, claws skimming the air just above Lina’s collarbone. \"Let’s discuss aesthetics.\"\n\nDebrilosia’s hands hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s hips with clinical precision. “Your pelvic structure is quite narrow,” she mused, her voice dripping with false sympathy as her fingers pressed into the soft flesh of Lina’s waist. “We could widen it..just a few centimeters to accommodate proper equine musculature and perhaps better suited to birth cubs.”\n\nLina squirmed as the zebra’s thumbs dug into the dip of her spine, kneading the tension there with practiced ease. “And these,” Debrilosia continued, circling the base of Lina’s ribs, “could stand to be… adjusted.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped the console and a low mechanical whir filled the room as the chair reclined further, tilting Lina’s hips upward at an angle that made her breath catch. The zebra’s breath ghosted over the shell of her ear as she leaned in, the scent slightly sickening and laced with arteficial mint and cherries.\n\n\"Shhh,\" Debrilosia murmured, her voice honeyed but firm. \"Just breathe. The real work hasn’t even started yet.. You have a say in the changes too you know.. I tought you wanted this.\"\n\n\"Y-yes, I want this,\" Lina stammered, fingers curling against the padded restraints as the chair’s servos whined beneath her.\n\nDebrilosia’s smile sharpened. \"Good, otherwise I'd have to remind you of your contract, now what changes DID you have in mind?\"\n\nLina hesitates, she hadn't really considered this yet.. she had wanted mods so badly she'd forgotten all the details, including the contract.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw tapped impatiently against the console, the rhythm syncing with the pulse now throbbing in Lina’s temples. The neural primer made her thoughts feel syrupy, like wading through warm oil.\n\n\"Come now,\" the zebra crooned, tilting Lina’s chin up with a single hand. \"No need to be shy. Tell me what you want. What you REALLY want.\" The word dripped with implication, her breath hot against Lina’s cheek.\n\nLina’s tongue felt too thick. \"I—I just wanted to fit in,\" she whispered, the admission burning her throat. \"At the café.. in society..\"\n\n\"Oh, darling,\" she murmured, her voice a velvet purr laced with something darker. \"Fitting in is the least of what we’ll do for you.\"\n\nThe console beside them flickered, projecting a dizzying array of equine modifications: arched necks, sleek flanks, powerful haunches, each more exaggerated than the last to show off the limitless possibilities. \"See anything you like?~\" Debrilosia teased knowing full well how overwhelming, confusing and unsetling it all must be to be inside Lina's shoes.\n\nThe first changes she undewent where purely estetic to fit in with other furs, an equine tail, fur that sprouted from places that didn't have hair before and a muzzle that grew and elongated faster than should be possible. What came next where the upgrades..\n\n\"These..I think..it's not too much but nothing to sneeze at\" Lina awnsers pointing at option 6 out of 10. Powerfull haunches with the elegance of a showhorse.\n\n\"Perfect, they'll suit you well, have you considered upgrading these as well, they'd compliment the legs nicely you know~\" Doc muses while pointing at Lina's breast, she currently doesn't have much to work with but one glance at the screen and it seems that change is just one choice away.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand hovered over the holoscreen, tracing the outline of Lina’s modest chest with a slow, deliberate circle. \"We could enhance these… substantially,\" she purred, her breath warm against Lina’s neck as the screen flickered, displaying plentifull options, pert equine teats located on the abdomin, plush mare’s udders, even synthetic silicone expansions that would swell beyond human proportions, but also those located where her natural breast would be, these also with the option of silicone.\n\nLina’s pulse stuttered as the images shifted, her skin prickling where the neural primer still pulsed beneath it. The chair’s restraints tightened almost imperceptibly, adjusting to her shallow breaths.\n\n\"M-maybe just… a little fuller? I..I'm not sure..a-about the udders..\" Lina said, pointing at a modest improvement to her current bust size.\n\nDebrilosia’s hand traced a slow, approving circle in the air as the holoscreen shimmered with new configurations. \"A refined choice,\" she murmured, her breath thick with synthetic cherry as the console emitted a soft chime.\n\nFrom the ceiling came two mechanical arms with something weird at the end of them, another arm came and swiftly cut her shirt allowing Debrilosia to bare Lina's breast to the apparatus.\n\nLina gasped when cold gel pads adhered to her chest, their surfaces buzzing with nanite activity. The restraints tightened another fraction as hydraulic arms unfolded from the chair’s sides, their needle-tipped appendages glinting under the sterile lights.\n\n\"Just a little fuller?\" Debrilosia echoed, her striped lips curling as she input the command. The needles descended in a synchronized hum, piercing flesh with precision-tuned indifference.\n\nLina’s gasp turned into a whimper as the needles burrowed deeper, their cold precision contrasting with the sudden, searing heat flooding her chest. The gel pads pulsed rhythmically, their nanites weaving through tissue with microscopic urgency.\n\nDebrilosia’s claw traced the edge of a monitor, watching biometrics flicker in rapid succession. \"Ah, good. Your body’s accepting the initial framework,\" she murmured, her tail flicking against Lina’s thigh. \"Tighten the restraints; we don’t want any squirming during the density infusion.\"\n\nA mechanical click echoed as the bands around Lina’s ribs constricted, forcing her to take shallow, controlled breaths.\n\n\"I think these are better suited for you..\" Debrilosia says selecting a bigger bust size than the one Lina had picked.\n\nLina’s protest died in her throat as the needles retracted with a wet shlick, replaced by thick injection ports that latched onto her tingling skin. A viscous, pearlescent fluid pulsed through the tubes. First cold, then burning as it flooded her mammary tissue with hyperactive growth stimulants.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws drummed against the console. \"Ohhh, you’ll thank me later,\" she crooned as Lina’s flesh visibly swelled beneath the gel pads, stretching taut like overfilled water balloons. The nanites hissed as they worked, knitting new fat cells and ductwork with clinical efficiency.\n\nLina’s back arched against the restraints as the burning spread with a throbbing fullness that made her whimper. The gel pads hissed, their surfaces now stretched taut over rapidly expanding curves.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped a rhythmic countdown on the console. “Three… two… one—”\n\nA wet pop echoed as the gel pads detached, revealing Lina’s chest now straining against the remnants of her tattered shirt. The skin there glistened and has gone slightly inflamed, flushed and hypersensitive, every breath making the new weight sway slightly.\n\n\"Perfect already, but they'll grow more over the following days.. Just have to put you on a good diet.. now where where we~\"\n\nDebrilosia’s hand traced the edge of the console, her latex-gloved fingers dancing over a new set of inputs. The holoscreen flickered, skeletal diagrams dissolving into something far more intimate, a cross-section of Lina’s pelvis, rendered in pulsing neon.\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the restraints shifted again, the bands around her thighs spreading her just a fraction wider. Cold air kissed newly exposed skin as another mechanical arm descended, its tip glistening with a thick lubricant.\n\nThe lubricant-dripped arm hovered between Lina's thighs, its mechanical joints whirring softly as Debrilosia's hand tapped a final command into the console. Lina's hips jerked instinctively when the cold, slick tip brushed her inner thigh.\n\n\"Shhh, precious. Structural adjustments require access,\" Debrilosia purred, her zebra-striped tail flicking against the monitor as the arm's secondary joints unfolded, revealing a slender probe glistening with bioactive gel and another that would make an incision in her jeans so they could reach her privates.\n\nLina's gasp fractured into a moan as the probe pressed inward, its tapered tip parting her with obscene ease.\n\nThe probe slid deeper with a wet, mechanical precision, its bioactive gel warming instantly against Lina’s inner walls. Her thighs trembled as the arm adjusted its angle, the secondary joint rotating with a soft hydraulic hiss.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws tapped against the console, her gaze flickering between Lina’s flushed face and the holoscreen’s pulsing readouts. \"Ah, there.. just a little resistance,\" she murmured, tilting her head as the probe’s tip pressed against something firm and deep within her core, something that she wished she didn't feel.\n\nDebrilosia’s breath hitched as the holoscreen displayed real-time biometrics. The probe’s tip dilated with a wet click, releasing a thick, see through fluid that seeped into Lina’s clenched muscles.\n\nThen the intrucion started buzzing, a slow faintly noticable vibration at first but soon one hard to ignore like that of a bulletvibrator deep inside her private part, what made it even harder to ignore was the fact it vibrated across it's entire lenght, from her g-spot to her cervix it stimulated every nerve she had.\n\n\"FFhhhuUUucK!\" Lina moaned, twisting and turning in her bindings but the restraints held her tight barely allowing movement wich made what should be pleasure into torture. It didn't take long for her to reach climax squirting all over her seat.\n\nThe vibrations stuttered to a halt, leaving Lina’s hips twitching against the restraints. A thin sheen of sweat glazed her skin as the probe retracted with a wet ssslurp, its surface now streaked with more than lubricant and something iridescent shimmering in the residue.\n\nDebrilosia’s nostrils flared. “Oh? Oh.” Her fingers jabbed a command into the console, and the holoscreen exploded with crimson alerts. Lina’s pelvic cross-section now pulsed with strange nodes along her cervix.\n\n“W-what’s—” Lina’s question dissolved into a gasp as the nodes flexed on-screen, her own muscles mirroring the motion in a ripple of involuntary clenches.\n\n“Fascinating.” Debrilosia dragged her hand down the monitor, magnifying a cluster of neurons firing erratically near Lina’s spine. “The primer’s interacting with your sacral plexus. Hmm.” Her tail flicked against Lina’s thigh, the touch featherlight. “Tell me… have you ever felt.. empty in places you shouldn’t?”\n\nLina squirmed in her restraints, no longer sure she wants all of this to happen.\n\n\"Tsk. Still fighting it?\" Debrilosia’s claw traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes now pulsing in time with Lina’s rabbit-quick heartbeat. \"Your cervix is dilating. Not from pain, either.\" She smirked as the probe oozed another sluggish drip. \"Tell me, did you read the contract properly?\"\n\nLina’s jaw clenched. She hadn't, even though she should have. It had been the spur of the moment, her desperation and a hint of naïvity that led her to this moment strapped in a modified dentist chair.\n\nDebrilosia dimmed the holoscreen, plunging the room into the sterile glow of bioluminescent gel. \"Let’s review,\" she crooned, dragging her fingers down Lina’s sternum. The touch felt invasive, too precise, too perverted as it circled a nipple swollen from the primer’s work. \"Appendix B, subsection five.\"\n\nLina’s breath hitched as the text flickered across the screen:\n\n> Recipient agrees to adaptive fertility enhancements per selected genetic catalogue (see Equine Supplement 12.7).\n\nThe zebra’s other hand slipped between Lina’s thighs, her knuckles grinding against the wet fabric. \"Those nodes?\" She nipped Lina’s earlobe. \"They’re thirsty.. Primed to lock onto the first compatible donor.\" Her thumb pressed hard just above Lina’s clit, mimicking the rhythm of the probe. \"You’re already dripping for it~ Smell it?~\"\n\nShe did, she could smell her own arousal. Her hips jerked into Debrilosia’s palm. The betrayal of her own body wrenching a sob from her throat. She felt the need.. the desperation.\n\n\"Shhh.\" Debrilosia hushed as she licked the salt from Lina’s collarbone. \"You'll get used to it.. and if you behave you wont have to endure it long.. we'll make sure your heat is managable by keeping you fertilized or pregnant at all times~\" Debrilosia teased tracing her fingers along Lina's abdomen beneath her navel.\n\nEverything about this was wrong but in her drugged state it all felt right, despite her mind not wanting it her body did.. it craved for these changes and promises. \"Ph..leaashe!\" Lina whimpered, her hips jerking up as if to impale herself on an imaginary cock.\n\n\"Oh don't worry.. I have just the stud for you~\"\n\nThe door hissed open behind her. Lina’s head lolled to the side, her vision swimming with weird afterimages, but she could smell him before she saw him. Musky, thick with pheromones that made her clench around nothing.\n\nHe was massive. Not just tall, but broad, his modified equine frame straining against a SlutCo-branded bodysuit, the fabric translucent over the swell of his cock. A prosthetic? No.. the holoscreen beside her flashed his specs: Genetic Donor #X-9. Hypervirile. Implanted seeding protocol.\n\nLina’s throat clicked around a whimper as he stepped closer, his fingers grazing the edge of the chair, his nostrills flaring as he took in her scent. Debrilosia purred, \"See? Custom-tuned to your new nodes.\"\n\nThe first touch of his muzzle against her neck sent a shockwave down her spine. Her body arched, her hips pistoning up against the restraints, her cunt dripping shamelessly. She didn't just start needing it.. deep down she started to desire it too.\n\n\"P-please~!\" she choked, but her plea dissolved into a moan as his tongue swiped a hot stripe up her throat. The holoscreen flared: Cervical dilation optimal ... Proceed Y/N?\n\nDebrilosia’s claw hovered over the console. \"Say stop,\" she taunted, \"That is.. if you can.. not that it matters, you've signed the contract after all, you are property of SlutCo.\"\n\nLina’s teeth sank into her lip, trying not to say the words out loud despite her body screaming yes.\n\nThe stud mounted the chair. His weight pressing the chair’s restraints to their limit, the hydraulic joints groaning as he mounted her. His breath scorched Lina’s neck with thick, animalistic laced pheromones that slithered straight into her rewired nerves. Her thighs spread wider on their own, her hips tilting up in shameless invitation to the point of discomfort.\n\nDebrilosia’s claws traced the holoscreen, zooming in on the nodes flaring crimson along Lina’s cervix. “Look at that,” she purred. “Your body’s already aching for him.” \n\nLina whimpered as the stud’s blunt tip pressed against her cunt, not human, not by a long shot as she felt the tapered flare of his shaft designed to lock. Her back arched as he shoved forward, the stretch bordering on pain before the neural primer flooded her with molten pleasure. \n\n“Nngh~fuck!” Her cry fractured as he bottomed out, her inner walls fluttering around the thick intrusion. The holoscreen lit up with biometrics: Cervical dilation confirmed. Adaptive receptivity: 92%. \n\nDebrilosia smirked. “Appendix C, sweetheart. Mandatory ovulation induction.” She tapped the console, and Lina’s belly cramped as her abused cervix yielded, the nodes pulsing in time with the stud’s thrusts. \n\n“Stop...please—” Lina sobbed, even as her legs hooked around his hips. \n\n“Can't do you little slut!~” Debrilosia pinched her nipple, sending a shockwave straight to her clit. “Your contract says build to breed, and look at you…” She dragged a finger through the mess dripping down Lina’s thighs. “Dripping for it.” \n\nThe stud’s pace turned brutal, his hips pistoning with practised precision like the dozen or so mares he'd mounted before. \n\nSuddenly Debrilosia gripped her jaw. “Open wide, mare~” The zebra woman’s voice dripped with mock sweetness as she forced two glossy pills onto Lina’s tongue. They dissolved instantly, flooding her mouth with a saccharine-chemical tang that made her gag but the Doc's hand prevented her from spilling any untill she swallowed.\n\nHeat exploded in her gut. The holoscreen above her flickered: Ovulation accelerants detected. Neural compliance threshold: 66%. \n\nLina’s vision blurred as the drugs hit her modified nervous system, her cunt clenching rhythmically around the stud’s shaft. Every drag of his cock against her sensitized walls dragging out another whimper of need, her nipples hardening to aching points beneath the cold glare of the clinic lights. \n\nDebrilosia's fingers traced down Lina’s trembling belly, circling the already distended swell where the stud’s thrusts were reshaping her. Modelling her like sculpting clay.\n\n“Mmm… perfect. Your uterus is accommodating him so nicely.” She tapped the holoscreen, and a fresh wave of synthetic pheromones hissed from the vents above, thick, musky, overwhelming. Lina’s nostrils flared as the scent bypassed her rational mind entirely, her hips jerking up to meet the stud’s brutal pace. She could see how the Doc administered a supressent for herself but Lina had no such luxury.\n\n“N-no, I don’t... ah!—don’t want t-to—!” Her protest dissolved into a scream as the stud’s flare finally inflated inside her, the stretch bordering on agony before the neural primer flooded her with dopamine. The holoscreen flashed crimson: Cervical seal established. Insemination protocol imminent. \n\nDebrilosia laughed, her tail flicking as she watched Lina’s back arch off the chair, her body convulsing as the first hot pulse of seed flooded her rewritten womb. “Too late for regrets, little mare. You'll be birthing us a new generation of sluts.\"\n\nWhile Lina had started this day like any other but after signing that contract things would never be the same.\n"
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