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Anything for Love Pt.2

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Keywords male 965712, fox 202866, bunny 89373, bondage 57107, horse 50996, vulpine 30788, stallion 11188, lapine 6443, kidnapping 1478, medical 1275, male to female 1003, gender transformation 897, restraint 685, lapin 524, gender shifting 144, injections 31, hormonoe therapy 1
It was getting close to midnight. The only light being cast by the dull glow of the moon which shone down over the near abandoned parking lot. The cream colored bunny sighed softly pulling the warm brown jacket closer to his frame in an attempt to protect himself from the chilly night air. No sounds to comfort him besides the chirping of crickets as he waited for the mysterious strange from before. His mind wandering as he thought about the strange man, curious about who he was, and what he wanted. He had been waiting for a few hours and so far, nothing.

He was starting to daydream as he waited. The boy imagining every single fling with the senator. His mind lost in the past as he pictured the two of them, locked in a passionate kiss. He could still taste the senator on his lips, and feel the fox's warm breath against his skin. It brought him a sense of comfort, but the fantasy also brought the boy despair. His thoughts unable to escape the reality that he was never to see James again. His thoughts filling his heart with a dark sense of despair.

Mike's heart sank into his stomach. He felt so defeated, and silly for bothering to trust a complete stranger. slowly he pulled himself up to a stand, preparing for the long trip back home. As he got to his feet he felt a sharp sting against his neck. He turned his head back and caught of pair of yellow eyes gazing at him from the darkness. He felt an need to run, but his vision was already beginning to blur and then...darkness. As his body collapsed against the ground, his mind began to drift away to old memories.

It was the day he'd met the senator. The boy was a college student and he'd went to meet the senator at a conference. Ever since he'd been invited himself for an academic achievement he'd been preparing to give the senator a piece of his mind. A smile formed on his unconscious form as he dreamed about how they had argued that day.

A cold splash of water soaking into his fur would be the trigger that awakened the bunny. His vision still blurry as his eyes forced themselves open, focusing slowly on the hazy image of the room around him. As his vision finally became steady his first observation was the bright incandescent lights above him. They hurt his eyes forcing Mike to turn his head towards one of the four cold gray walls around him. As he began to take in his surroundings fully he noticed a familiar brown furred horse. His eyes widened in surprise as he watched the male casually set down an old rusty bucket before making a move to brush off his crisp suit.

"Good, now that you're awake we can begin." the male spoke, his words cold and apathetic to Mike's situation.

"W..William. W..what's going on?" the lapin muttered still lost in daze.

"Ah, so you remember me little bunny. That's good. I won't have to go through the troublesome process of gaining your trust. If you know me, than you know as the senator's campaign manager it's my job to ensure his success." the man proclaimed with a hint of pride laced in his voice.

"S..so what's this about?" Mike inquired as he tried to get up, only to quickly realize that his wrists were strapped to the cold metal surface under him. It caught the bunny off gaurd and his eyes grew wide as he felt a sudden rush of panic ensnaring him, "W..what is this!? William!? What are you doing!?"

"I told you yesterday bunny, if you showed up there was no turning back. You agreed, so get used to this room. It's your home for the next few weeks." The stallion offered coldly in explanation.

"What have I agreed to?"

"Now that's a good question." he spoke in a patronizing manner as he patted the bunny's head, "You've agreed to quite a few things actually. First, I had to go about staging your death. It was a tricky sort of business, but they should be finding "your" body within the next few hours." he chuckled a bit at the thought, "Second, was gathering the medical professionals necessary for this rather new and highly experiment procedure that you've volunteered yourself for." the stallion continued.

"E..experimental p..procedure?" he inquired nervously. Mike was confused and his heart was racing in his chest. He was terrified, and felt remorseful of his decision. He didn't much care for William in the first place, but now he was terrified and certain the horse was some kind of sociopath.

"Don't worry little bunny. It's nothing too serious. If all goes well you'll have the honor of becoming the senator's new wife" the well dressed campaign manager spoke with a bit of a laugh, "Though the trick...the trick is figuring out how to get the little slut to child bare..." he said before mumbling something to himself as he walked  out of the room.

"William! Come back!" Mike cried out as loud as his voice would allow. He was in a frantic panic, tears rolling down his cheeks. His heart felt as if it would explode, and his mind was racing with uncertainty. Violently, the bunny tugged at the leather restraints fastened around his wrists, but they wouldn't so much as budge. Mike didn't let up, and before long his wrists were red and swollen from his attempts to break free. Defeated, he laid his head back and let his mind wander into the past.

"If they catch you, they'll..."

"I know, but I don't care. I love you Mike."

"I love you too James, but...I just don't want to be a burden."

For the first few weeks he was only visited occasional by a series of medical professionals. He tried to talk with them, but they seemed as impersonal as William. They would bring him food, and give him strange injections. He wasn't sure what it was all about though.

He felt different with every new round of injections. He used to be able to handle his emotions well, but every so often he felt like his hormones and his moods were flying all over the place. Sometimes he thrash at his restrains in rage, other days he felt himself fall apart and flood himself with tears. He was starting to hate the injections.

Mike wasn't sure exactly how much time had passed. Everyday was the same thing. He'd be visited about an orange fox in a white lab coat. The fox injected him with something, though for the first few days he struggled. After the third of fourth visit though he humbly accepted his fate. He had tried to even talk to the fox once or twice, but the medical professional would simply jot a few things down on a clipboard before walking away. He was just as cold and impersonal as the horse.

With every new round of injections he felt different. He had felt fear before, but it was as if his hormones were completely inbalanced. He found himself unable to tame his emotions. Sometimes he'd trash mindlessly at the restrainst until someone was forced to rush in and sedate him. Sometimes he'd sob uncontrollably. Sometimes he'd cause the fox to have to leave the room as he couldn't resist an urge to flirt. He was starting to hate the injections.

He wasn't sure if weeks had passed, months, or years. He tried to make guesses, even counting the number of visits from the fox for awhile. Eventually he lost his place and gave up. For the first time since the whole process began though William had returned, still wearing that same suit as always. A rather unsettling smile painted across his lips. Mike hated William, but he was powerless. Nothing more than a lab rat.

"I see the treatment has already begun to take effect." He praised, "I guess you haven't had much of a chance to see for yourself though. No matter, today you're going to be let out of your restraints."

Mike's eyes grew wide. For the first time since he'd been there he felt a shimmer of hope. He was starting to think he'd never be let free, but here the stallion was offering him the freedom of movement. Mike had never dreamed that the ability to walk on his own two feet would bring him such joy, yet he'd never felt so happy.

"We need to begin physical therapy now. After all a good wife would make sure to keep herself in shape" William added in a rather demeaning tone.

"I..I'll be let go then?" he questioned in disbelief. His eyes holding a light about them that Mike thought had been lost forever.

"Of course, what good is a woman who can't even stand on her own two feet?" William answered as he went about the business of undoing the restraints. With those strong hands of his, the horse pulling Mike up to his feet.

"T..thank you" the bunny spoke, but he quickly found himself grasping against the male for support. It'd been so long, his legs felt weak. It was hard for the bunny to support his own weight as he braced himself against the stallion's strong masculine form.

"We had expected as much. Don't worry, you'll re-adjust. It will take some time, and we've only got about three more months so you'll have to learn a lot and learn it quickly my dear."

"I..I will." the lapin muttered before letting go of the stallion. Gently he took a couple steps forward, but his legs quickly buckled under his own weird forcing the stallion to rush forward to catch the falling bunny.

"Now now, patience is a virtue. You don't need to push yourself too hard, we wouldn't want you getting yourself hurt. That would cause a delay we cannot afford." William spoke with a bit of a snicker, "I have something to show you, and I think you'll enjoy it very much."

Without another word he hoisted the bunny into his strong arms eliciting a surprised little sound from the boy. Mike found himself quickly resting into the male's broad chest as he was carried off into another room. The new room was rather pleasant. It was simple with a large comfortable looking bed that held cute frilly pink sheets, a T.V., and a few assortments of personal motivation posters scattered about the walls. William carried Mike over to a mirror which hung  across from the bed.

"Take a look, princess." William spoke in a playful tone.

"What the...?" the lapin spoke in a state of complete disbelief. His eyes gazed over his own form in the reflection of the mirror. His figure had always been a bit on the feminine side, but now his facial features had become so soft. His body held an entirely different curve. His hips seemed wider and more lush. He couldn't help but feel his face burning red as he found that the only thing he was missing to pass for female was a pair of breasts.

It was completely overwhelming for the bunny. His heart began to race once more. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he felt happiness. His fingertips lightly tracing along his cheeks as if to check that it was indeed his own reflection. He felt tears streaming down his face once more as a joy overtook his senses. He was completely stunned.

“I told you the senator needs a wife, do you understand now?” William spoke.

"I..I mean. So you've been?" he mumbled as all the thoughts were finally starting to click in his head. His eyes were brighter than the stars, at this point he was sobbing uncontrollably. Though it was tears of joy, the fear completely abandoning him. He had thought he was to lose James forever, but with this...with this he could see him again, "Oh William! Why!?" he asked ecstatically, "Why have you done this for me!?" he found himself inquiring as he wrapped his arms tenderly around the stallion pulling him into a hug.

“I didn't do it for you. I did it for the senator. I know his feelings for you. I can't say I understand love, but I know that without you he'd refuse to find someone knew. At least not right away and even then he wouldn't trust just anyone. You, however, have always been able to slip right past his defenses and worm your way into his thoughts. I need someone like you because it will take someone like you to win his heart in time for the campaign.” The stallion explained.

“Win his heart? Haven't I already done that?” he asked.

“No, Mike did that. Mike no longer exists, and the senator can never know about this. He must meet you all over again. You must win his heart a second time, but I have faith in you. You have a way about you that James has never been able to resist. Something that no one else he's ever courted has even come close to. I can't say what it is, but it's why I need you and no one else.” The stallion offered.

“I..I understand. When do I get to see him again?” Mike asked.

“In good time, but right now we still have a lot of work to do.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Mike the ever loving bunny has agreed to a secret midnight meeting with a mysterious stranger. He hopes to find a way to help the senator even though he knows they can never be together. Perhaps he's gotten into a bit more than he can handle though?

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Type: Writing - Document
Published: 8 years, 6 months ago
Rating: Mature

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