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Scanned and Copied

By Jay Stoat

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The narrow corridors were surprisingly bright. Even without all the lights illuminated, they shone and gleamed off the pristine white walls. Only half the ceiling lights were switched on, but they still provided a dazzling glare that approached blinding levels.

Alain walked between two others, who purported to be scientists, though Alain had never seen any who were so heavily armed before. They both had a pistol at their hip, and neither spoke a single word during their long walk. They had been sent to collect Alain from the reception and bring him through to the clinic.

With the two either side of him, Alain had no chance to deviate from the usual route through the bright corridor. He never even hesitated by any of the other doors, despite his desire to see what happened behind them. Most of the doors did have a small panel of frosted glass, but he was never able to see through them.

The clinic lay through a set of double doors at the end of the corridor. Alain had been in the clinic a few times, but this time things felt a little different. More final. This would be the last time he would ever come here, should everything go well. He would be glad to never have to return. The place gave him the creeps. He had never seen anything weird there, but the knowledge of what happened behind the clean corridors unnerved him.

The scientists, who were probably soldiers or guards, remained outside the clinic. Alain pushed through the doors alone, though there was a group of six people waiting inside for him. He recognised Doctor Smith and Doctor Carver, but he had seen none of the others before. Two of the strangers wore dark suits, while the other two were dressed similar to the scientists in a white lab coat and plain clothing beneath.

All six were sat around a table in the middle of the room. One chair remained empty. On the middle of the table sat a strange machine Alain had not seen before. The mysterious metallic box had a couple of screens around the edges, and what appeared to be a headset plugged into it.

“Please, take a seat,” Doctor Carver said. She didn’t stand up. No one did. But all six pairs of eyes looked towards Alain as he nervously approached the table.

Alain pulled the chair away from the table, wincing as it scraped against the floor. He sat down and rested his hands on the table.

“You know what this is about,” Doctor Carver said. She looked around the table.

Alain nodded. “I do.”

Doctor Smith tapped his hands on a thick ream of papers in front of him. “You have read and signed these documents.”

Once again, Alain nodded. “I have.”

One of the others, who Alain had never seen before, spoke next. “Then there is nothing more for us to discuss. Three million will be transferred to your account, as agreed.”

“Unless there are any final questions,” a second of the strangers added.

Alain hesitated. He knew what he had signed up for. He needed the money, and this had seemed an easy way to get enough to pay off his student debts. That didn’t mean he had no doubts about the process. “It won’t… it won’t actually be me, will it?”

“Legally, any entity made from your scans will not be you, no,” one of the dark-suited strangers said. “In your contract, it details this. None of the entities can ever lay claim to your legal self. You will know nothing of them. They can never contact you. They can never be you.”

“But will they be me? Will they still feel like they’re me?” Alain asked.

“No. They won’t be you.”

Alain took a deep breath. He nodded once. “Alright then. I’m ready to do it.”

Doctor Smith clapped his hands together. He smiled nervously. “Then if you could place the headset on. You’ll see a little flash of light, but that’s all meant to happen.”

Alain looked down at the table. His hands shook slightly as he reached for the headset, which was connected to the large silvery box with a half dozen wires. With the help of Doctor Carver, he got the headset attached in place, with soft cushiony strips of silicone providing a snug fit. A visor hung down from the headset, blocking his vision entirely.

Alain wondered what was meant to happen next.

A flash of light blinded him. All went black.

***

Darkness swirled through Alain’s mind. Thoughts came slowly, like they were being forced through a tight tunnel. His senses felt wholly absent, and he couldn’t feel anything around him. He couldn’t even open his eyes.

Something had gone wrong. The last thing he remembered was being sat at the table with the scientists. He had put on the headset, and then… Nothing. Alain could recall nothing. Had the scan not worked properly? He hoped there wouldn’t be any issue with the money. He needed that.

Sounds slowly began to reach Alain’s ears. Muffled noises started to coalesce into a voice, speaking somewhere above him. He didn’t recognise the voice. “…awake yet?”

His eyes fluttered open, but nothing focused. A grey mess of blurred shapes extended beyond his nose. He tried to focus on something that looked like it could have been someone moving, but his eyes didn’t seem to respond. A dark shape lingered towards the bottom of his vision, but that didn’t move at all.

“Senses recovering adequately.” Alain could tell the voice came from a second speaker. At least two people were stood around him, though he couldn’t hear any more than the first two. He thought he could recognise the grey shapes forming in the darkness as human.

“Neural patterns forming. Appears healthy.”

“Stable?”

“So far so good. Definitely seems more stable with the human foundations.”

Something prickled over Alain’s skin. Every inch of his body felt uncomfortable, like ants were constantly crawling over him. His vision had begun to clear a little further, though everything still looked indistinct and vague. He could see a bright source of light directly above him, with a crisp white ceiling above the globe of light.

A shadow stood over Alain, blocking out most of the light. An unfamiliar face looked down at the confused Alain, who found that he still couldn’t move his limbs at all. The irritating mound at the bottom of his vision remained, despite the clearing of his vision.

“Hu-whaa?” Alain asked, but his couldn’t wrap his mouth around the words he wanted to say. He felt like his mouth had been stuffed with cotton balls.

Neither of the people above him even acknowledged his attempted speech. One shone a bright light into Alain’s eye. He tried to recoil, but he couldn’t. The light pierced into his retina for a few moments, before it moved across to the other.

“Ocular reactions appear normal.”

“I think we can call this an early success.”

“Better than the last one?”

“Oh yes, much better so far.”

“Should we bind him and take him into observation then?”

Rough hands grabbed hold of Alain’s arms. He was pulled away from the light above and dragged onto something soft, but flat, beneath his back. It felt like a stretcher of some sort. Lights flashed by as Alain was moved out of the room and into a narrow corridor. The bright ceiling looked similar to the corridor he had walked down just a few minutes earlier, before he had put on the headset.

Something had gone wrong, he was sure of it.

A new room awaited him. Only a single light illuminated the room from the ceiling. His vision spun as he was thrown from the stretcher and down onto a rough mattress. He briefly caught sight of a dirty grey wall. His body fell limp against the crude bed.

No one said anything to him. A door closed, and silence fell around the small room.

Alain didn’t know what had happened. His thoughts, so sluggish before, now raced. He struggled to work out where he was. He remembered putting on the headset, but then there had been nothing. He had woken up confused. Only minutes had passed since he had spoken to Doctor Smith and Doctor Carver, and the other strangers around the table.

Movement slowly came to Alain’s limbs. He found himself able to tense his fingers first. They still felt strange, like something bristly had been wrapped around them. He tentatively placed his hands on the rigid mattress and pushed himself up. In doing so, he caught sight of a flash of brown across the bottom of his vision, about where he expected to see his hands.

Alain paused and frowned. Nothing about his body felt right. He couldn’t work out what felt strange, but he felt like he’d been taken apart and put back together again, only poorly.

Scared of what he might find, Alain looked down to his hands. A scream ripped from his throat. Those hands were not his. They were not even human. Soft brown fur covered them, which spread up beyond his wrists and up his arms.

Alain fell back from the mattress, only to feel a sharp burst of pain in a wholly unfamiliar place. He rolled over onto his belly and stared at his outstretched hands in shock. Bile rose in his throat as he began to panic. What had happened? What had gone wrong?

This wasn’t supposed to be him! He was meant to be safe at home, enjoying his money! The brain scan was meant to take a copy of his mind, not transfer him into a new body.

Thick brown fur covered every inch of Alain’s body, which was unrecognisable from the human he had been before waking up. He patted himself down with a deep sense of horrified curiosity, trying not to enjoy the touch of soft, fluffy fur in place of skin. He had never been in the best of shape, but his body felt smaller now. Weaker. Diminished musculature covered his chest and arms.

A tail sprung out between his legs, from the base of his spine. The strange new limb twitched and curled slightly, though Alain had no idea how he was moving it. He poked and prodded at it a couple of times, confused and disturbed by the sensations so far down his spine. He tried curling it, but only managed an awkward twitch.

Alain rolled over so that he could look over the rest of his body. He sat back against his rough bed as he stared down at the strange legs below his hips. His feet looked all wrong. His ankles were higher up than usual, elongating the arch of his feet. He only had four toes on each foot. Each of his toes and fingers ended smoothly, with no claw or nail tipping them.

“Vuh fuuu?” Alain mumbled, unable to form his mouth around the words still. He clapped his hands up against his face, only to yelp in pain as his hands struck something too soon. His face felt longer, bulging out around his mouth and nose.

Wincing, Alain tapped slower with his fingers. He felt where his face pushed out, forming an animalistic muzzle. No wonder he couldn’t talk properly. He ran his tongue over his teeth, finding them to be short and blunted.

Hands then dipped down to his crotch. He couldn’t feel his cock at first. His balls were there, though feeling smaller than usual, but there was a small fleshy protrusion just above them. He ran his fingers over the strange flesh, finding an opening at the top end. Inside, he managed to find his shaft. He had a sheath, with a cock contained within.

At least he still had that.

What he didn’t have, was any answers. Why was he in this new body? He leaned back against his bed and closed his eyes.

Without realising what he was actually doing, Alain’s hand dipped back down to his sheath. His fingers played around with it, idly sliding inside and stroking over his small cock. Gradually, his shaft stiffened and emerged fully from the sheath until it grew to its full length; a little larger than his thumb.

Alain’s mind caught up with his actions. His hands snapped back to his sides, staying away from his sheath. He stared down at his unfamiliar anatomy in shock. His mouth hung slightly open. He was both curious to try feeling it some more, but also disgusted by his new body. Fears that he was being watched also crept into the back of his mind. He stared up into the corners of the room. He couldn’t see any cameras, but he couldn’t be sure that his captors didn’t have a way to watch him.

The former human crawled back up onto his bed. The mattress felt cavernous and huge to him. Even lying out at full stretch, his toes were nowhere near the far end of the bed. It didn’t appear to be anything larger than a standard single mattress, but to his smaller size, everything felt so much larger. Alain didn’t know how soon he could get used to something like that.

Alain closed his eyes. He longed for a mirror to look over his new form. He struggled to picture himself in his mind’s eye, but he knew nothing in his room would be able to show him what he wanted. His pictured an animalistic beast with brown fur. Not knowing what shape his head truly was, he imagined that of a dog, but he couldn’t be certain that was right.

Questions continued to whirl through his mind, but he had no answers to them. Something had gone wrong, that much was clear to him. But everything else, he just couldn’t solve. Every time he tried to think things though, his thoughts slipped away and distracted on something else. His memories were vague and unclear, and his thoughts of the present were equally muddled.

With a growl of frustration, Alain slammed his clenched fists down onto the mattress. He knew he needed to speak to one of the doctors. If he could find Doctor Carver or Doctor Smith, then they would be able to help him.

Resolution filled Alain’s body. He jumped back up to his feet, only to totter and sway. He couldn’t find his balance, and he toppled over before he had any chance to even throw his arms out. His feet slipped out from beneath him, and he crashed to the floor with a painful blow to his shoulder.

With a pained whimper, he rolled over onto his back to stare down at his four-toed feet. He ran his fingers over them, feeling the changed shape. He grimaced as he recognised them as appearing more like an animal’s than a human’s foot. He would have to try walking on his toes, if he could.

Crawling on his hands and knees, while trying not to think about the animal-like way of moving, Alain approached the door. He pulled himself up to his unsteady feet and tried to jiggle the handle. Locked, as he expected. He hammered on the frosted glass square level with his shoulders.

No one answered him. Everything seemed silent beyond the locked door. No shadows moved across the glass. No voices called out to him. He might as well have been all alone.

Alain’s legs shook as he leaned back a little too far. He lost his balance again and fell backwards, crushing his tail beneath his weight as he landed hard. He yelped and whimpered, rolling back across onto his belly, only to twist and yank at his tail further in the movement. He clutched hold of his tail in both hands, gently stroking through his soft fur. The tail felt weird, and his mind struggled to fully accept that the extra limb was there and a part of him.

Defeated for the moment, Alain crawled back to the bed. His body hurt and ached from his falls, and mentally he felt confused and betrayed. He didn’t know how the doctors could do this to him. He had signed up for something completely different. He had never wanted to be this.

With nothing but a thin, uncomfortable mattress to rest on, Alain curled up in despair. He had no blanket for warmth, but he did find that his soft, fluffy coat of fur trapped enough heat to be reasonably comfortable. No pillow meant he struggled to find somewhere to rest his head comfortably, but he eventually settled with his head resting on his arm.

Alain didn’t think he would be able to sleep. Too many bad thoughts struggled through his mind. With nothing else to occupy him, those thoughts kept him distracted for a long time. However, his eyes did begin to feel heavy. With his ears strained for any sounds of the door opening, Alain allowed himself to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

***

Despite his attempts to listen out during his sleep, in case of intruders, Alain awoke with firm hands grabbed around his waist. He jerked awake instantly, and he tried to thrash around and hit the person who had hold of him, but none of his blows landed. One hand moved from his waist and grabbed hold of some loose skin at the back of his neck. Immediately all movement drained from him. He felt paralysed and partially numbed as the other hand around his waist released him.

Alain couldn’t see the human who had hold of him. Another one stood in the doorway. She carried a clipboard and was taking some notes. Though her brown hair covered most of her face, Alain could tell she was not someone he had met before. He did not recognise her at all.

“Bring it for further preparation,” the unknown doctor said.

“Right you are,” the person holding Alain replied. He spoke with a gruff voice. Again, Alain didn’t recognise the human.

Alain was half carried, half dragged out of his simple room. His feet scraped along the tiled floor. He couldn’t move even if he tried.

With his head forced down to stare at the floor, Alain couldn’t quite make out where he was being taken. He could tell by the shadows on the floor that not all of the lights above were switched on.

The two humans didn’t take him back to the same place as the previous day, he knew that much at least. They had gone in the wrong direction for that. He feared what he might find when the doctors released him. In the back of his mind, he played out a scenario where he fought them off and demanded they change him back. He almost laughed. They both towered over him. He could barely stand up. That would be a battle he could never win.

Their destination was another laboratory. Alain’s ears instinctively twitched as he got a brief look around. He recognised a few pieces of equipment through the room, though he was still sure he had never been into that lab before.

Alain was strapped into a chair, with his wrists and ankles all being secured in place. Only once all four limbs had been tied did was the scruff of his neck released. His body slumped in the chair, not even bothering to struggle against his bonds. He looked up at his two captors. Both the man and woman were unfamiliar to him.

“Whaa ooh ooin?” he mumbled, still struggling to speak around his extended muzzle. “Whaas owin on?”

Neither of the humans answered him, but one did look down. The human said nothing as she secured a leather muzzle around his mouth. She tightened the straps, making sure that he couldn’t even attempt to open his mouth. He let out a soft, muffled whimper, but otherwise didn’t struggle.

“How are its vitals?” the male scientist asked.

“Seems fine to me, but let me just check,” the woman replied. She flashed a torch into his eyes briefly, then held a finger to his neck to check his pulse. Her hand pressed over his forehead. She then slipped a Velcro cuff around his arm, which tightened up to record his blood pressure. She seemed content with the readings the cuff gave her. She nodded to her companion. “All correct and normal. No instability at all.”

“Good, good. Should we proceed to start its preparation for the client?” The male voice came from the other side of the room.

The woman shrugged her shoulders. She stared down at Alain, meeting him in the eye for the first time. She lightly touched him on the side of the cheek. “You don’t even know why you’re here, do you?” she said quietly. She grinned, a cold smile that never extended up to her eyes. “So much confusion in you. Get used to that.”

“Doctor Carver?” The male had come closer again.

The woman glanced up. Alain’s eyes widened. How could this woman be Doctor Carver? He didn’t recognise her. She looked like… she looked like…

Alain struggled. He frowned. He couldn’t remember what Doctor Carver looked like, despite all the times he had come to see her in preparation for the brain scans. One moment he thought she had brown hair, but then the next he was convinced she was blonde. He was so distracted that he didn’t even hear the human’s response to her companion.

Before Alain realised what was going on, they had approached him again. The male had hold of his feet. He couldn’t struggle in his bonds, but he did let out a muffled squeak of surprise. Hands clad in thin latex slowly stroked up his ankles and legs.

“He seems in good physical shape. Perhaps a little too weak, but he’s not going to provide any struggles,” the male commented. His hands lifted higher and higher up Alain’s legs, until they reached his sheath and balls. To Alain’s shock and shame, the human didn’t stop before he touched them. The human squeezed gently around Alain’s balls, feeling their shape and size. Alain whimpered from the pressure, before he squeaked inside his gag. The human’s gloved fingers had moved from his balls, to prod around the inside of his sheath. They lightly brushed against his shaft, which twitched from the light stimulation.

Alain tried to struggle away from the unwanted touches, but the moment he did so, Doctor Carver placed her hands on his chest to hold him still. She didn’t strike out at him, but the grip of her hands on him was enough to warn him not to continue. He fell limp again.

“We’ll need to install control down here,” the male said, speaking nonchalantly as though he described something mundane. He acted as though Alain couldn’t hear or understand him. The human quickly looked up to Doctor Carver, his eyes entirely sweeping past Alain. “The client requested something permanent to dissuade it, and I think it could get encouraged by touching itself.”

Alain didn’t like the sound of that, but he couldn’t do anything to prevent the two humans from doing whatever they liked to him. He swallowed nervously. He couldn’t even struggle, lest the pressure on his chest increase further.

The male human turned away. He left Alain’s line of view for a few minutes, but the pressure from Doctor Carver didn’t diminish at first. When it finally did, his relief was only for a moment. She leaned down close to him as she clipped a collar around his neck, securing it place before he even processed what she had done.

“Don’t think you’re human anymore. I’ve seen it in your eyes before. You’re not him. You’re no-one. Just a bundle of fragmented thoughts based on his brain scan,” she hissed into his ear. By the time her companion had returned, she had straightened her back and moved away from Alain again.

Alain’s mind spun. A copy? Did that explain everything? He couldn’t bring himself to believe it. He felt like the original. He knew he had to be. He could remember everything he had done before he had come to the facility. His name was Alain. His address was… his address…

He had only recently moved to a new house. It was only natural that he couldn’t recall his address, right? His phone number though; he’d had that for years. That was…

He couldn’t remember. Why couldn’t he remember?

Alain’s breaths came quick and fast. He completely ignored the humans as he struggled to come to terms with Doctor Carver’s revelations. He tensed his hands into fists, but he couldn’t move them away at all.

The back of Alain’s chair dropped away, forcing him to lie flat and look up to the ceiling. He tried to look down to see what the humans were doing, but his head was forced up again.

The cool hands returned to his crotch again. He wriggled and squirmed slightly, but he couldn’t even see what the male human was doing down there. He felt the pinch of metal enclose around his balls. Something icy cold prodded at his sheath, before sliding down inside, bumping up against his hidden cock.

When the hands retreated, Alain was allowed to look down again. Both humans had moved away to exchange a few quiet words. Alain’s head buzzed. At his crotch, he could see a metallic ring tightly wrapped around his balls. A couple of stiff metal bars rose up the length of his sheath, connected to a small cap over the tip. In his quick, cursory glance, Alain couldn’t see any locking mechanism.

He wasn’t given long by himself. His tail flicked and curled over his crotch in shame, but Doctor Carver quickly pulled the strange new limb to the side. She held it against Alain’s leg and tested the device over his crotch. She tapped against the metal cap blocking access to Alain’s sheath, before she gently started to rub at his balls.

Alain’s eyes widened. He couldn’t help but let out a shivering whimper and moan. The touch felt nice. He didn’t want to feel nice. He wanted to return back to his old body.

Despite his troubled thoughts, Alain found his body responding to the gentle touch. Her fingers moved between his balls and sheath, which began to swell a little. His cock stiffened within its enclosed space, before pressing against the inside of the cap.

Pain jolted through him. Alain screeched into his muzzle and thrashed against his bonds. Electricity coursed from the metal ring around his balls, pulsing through his fur and sensitive flesh. His muffled howls continued even after the jolts died down to nothing.

“Denial is working just fine,” Doctor Carver said, ignoring the pained howls and pants. Her hand moved away. “Do you have everything ready for stretching?”

“Almost,” came the reply, from a little further behind Alain.

Doctor Carver nodded. She placed her hands on Alain’s ankles and gave them a little push. His legs parted a little wider, and his head dropped down further to lift his legs higher.

Alain caught a quick glimpse of the male human, but it was only the briefest of looks. He couldn’t see what the human carried. Even when he looked up, he could only see his spread legs, and not what the two humans were doing to him. His tail twitched and draped over his right leg.

Something firm and rubbery pressed between his legs. Latex-gloved hands held him roughly as they found his tailhole. The tapered tip of a silicone dildo or plug pressed against him. He could feel the cold wetness of lubricant on the phallic shape. He flicked his tail as the pressure increased, until it popped inside him.

The pressure didn’t go away. His rump felt full and stretched with the plug, and his cock gave a responding twitch, despite Alain’s desperation not to get aroused again. The two humans still weren’t finished, either. Their fingers prodded and probed a little more, connecting something more to the base of the plug, though Alain couldn’t work out what was being done.

Finally, the hands moved away, and Alain was brought back up to a more normal sitting position. With his legs and crotch in the way, Alain still couldn’t see what else the two doctors had done to him.

“Take it to the showers to clean up, then back into its room. It shouldn’t need anything else until tomorrow now,” Doctor Carver said. She snapped her latex gloves off and tossed them to the side. She looked right at Alain for a moment, but he couldn’t tell what that gaze meant. He could see contempt in her eyes.

“Right you are, doc,” the other human said. He removed Alain’s bonds, but left the leather muzzle in place.

Alain didn’t try to resist. He hung limply as the human picked him up, though this time the scruff of his neck remained untouched. He was draped over the human’s shoulders as though he was nothing more than unthinking cargo.

Doctor Carver didn’t come with them. She remained back in the lab, not even looking towards Alain as he was carried away. He didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t know what was going to happen to him, or what he was being prepared for. He doubted he was going to like it.

***

The showers turned out to be a large tiled room with multiple vacant shower stalls along one wall. Alain was bundled into the one closest to the door. The human doctor didn’t come in with Alain, instead just closing the door with Alain alone. He could barely remain standing, and he had to keep one hand against the stall wall for balance.

Alain looked around. He could see no sign of anything to control the showers, nor even any soap to clean himself with. He didn’t need to worry. Water came on automatically, drenching over him in a powerful jet of icy water. Soap dispensed from a small nozzle beside the showerhead, slathering over Alain and dripped through his fur.

Alain kept his eyes closed under the torrent of soapy water. He exhaled heavily a few times, trying to expel some water that had gotten into his nose.

“Wash yourself,” the human barked out from the other side of the stall door.

Alain made himself feel a little better by directing a middle-fingered salute to the door, but his courage quickly failed him. He didn’t know if the human could still somehow see into the stall. His hand dropped back down, and he started to slowly scrub through his fur. He didn’t dare touch anywhere close to his crotch, as he had no desire to feel the electric shocks again.

He took as long as he thought he could get away with. His fur plastered close to his body and retained a lot of water, weighing down his limbs and making him want to just lie on the cool tiles.

The water shut off above him. Alain realised with a grimace he hadn’t even touched his tail. He glanced back to see the unfamiliar limb, soaked with soapy water still. He tried to flick it a couple of times, barely able to move it properly. He ran his hands through his soaked fur to try and drain some of the excess water.

Alain stumbled under the weight of water as the door opened. He turned on his toes and slipped on the wet tiles, bumping against the stall wall to arrest his fall. The human dragged him out of the stall, seemingly without care for hurting Alain or not.

Two silvery nozzles extended down from the ceiling, and the human pushed Alain in front of them. A quiet click was followed by a sustained blast of hot air. Alain stumbled backwards from the force of it, only to be pushed back into place by the human.

Alain’s fur didn’t dry quickly. Water seemed to get trapped between the strands, but slowly the weight diminished on him. After some physical encouragement from the human, he spun around on the spot, so the hot air evenly blew onto him. His fur puffed up thick and fluffy as it dried. He felt a little cleaner, but his fur stuck up in all directions.

With his shower finished, the human grabbed hold of Alain’s wrist and dragged him from the showers. He was led back through the corridors, which flagged awkwardly in his memory. He doubted himself now, unsure if he had come through these corridors before, or if they were new to him. His memory had already proven to be unreliable.

Alain soon found himself alone in a small room he knew he had been in before. He recognised the single, uncomfortable mattress in the corner. Nothing else provided any furnishings in the room. He struggled to think of it as anything but his cell.

He collapsed down on his bed and ran his hands around his face. The leather muzzle still hadn’t been removed. He fumbled around, trying to find some sort of latch to remove it, but he couldn’t feel anything. He sighed and flopped his head back on the bare mattress. One hand rested around his neck, feeling the leather collar that had been affixed there. He could feel a couple of metal loops embedded into the surface, but he found no clasps or locks to remove the collar.

Despite his better judgement, his hands began to wander down. His fingers lightly touched against the metal cap enclosing his sheath. He could feel a couple of small holes in the smooth metal, the purpose of which he could easily guess. He then followed one of the bars down to his balls. He could feel the internal bar pressing against the inside of his sheath, constantly rubbing against his cock with every movement. He trembled at the memory of the electric shocks that had come after his arousal spikes. His probing fingers found another metal bar, this one passing beneath his balls.

With his other hand, he traced the bar back beneath the base of his tail. He found it connected to the plug buried inside his rump, preventing it from being pulled out. Alain’s ears drooped. The stretch no longer felt painful, but it was certainly distracting and uncomfortable. He couldn’t move his legs too quickly, or else the plug would sink a little deeper and grind against his prostate.

Alain groaned into his muzzle and cupped his hands over his face. He knew he couldn’t dare keep his hands around his crotch. He knew the punishment that came from it, but a desperate itch had started to grow down there. He couldn’t believe it. How could he possibly be getting horny now?

He lifted his legs up, hugging his arms around his knees. The motion tugged at the plug, stretching out his rump a little and making him groan into his gag. He trembled as a pulse of warmth spread through his crotch.

Going against all his best thoughts, Alain started to rock his hips back and forth, gyrating his legs and teasing the thick plug against his prostate, despite the uncomfortable stretching. He let out a whimper and a squeak as he felt his trapped cock twitching with pent up arousal. His cock rubbed against the rigid bar inside his sheath, providing a little stimulation for his aching shaft. He trembled in need and squeezed one hand around his sheath.

Alain howled and went limp as electricity arced through his crotch again. His toes twitched as he lay against the mattress, partially rolled onto his side with his hands cupped protectively in front of his crotch.

Tears began to fall. Pain contributed to the tears, but mostly it was the humiliation and frustration at his situation. He didn’t understand anything. He didn’t want to believe that he was a mere copy of himself, that the real Alain was still out there somewhere. He felt real. He wanted to be real.

So recently after being woken by the humans, Alain knew he would be a long way from needing to sleep again. He struggled with his thoughts again, and he kept his head held in his hands. He didn’t know what he was going to do.

***

Alain lost track of how many hours he waited. No one came to him in all that time, and Alain had nothing to occupy himself with. Despite the pain he had previously felt, his arousal rose twice more, and each time he felt the bite of painful electricity tearing through his body and bringing out more screams of agony.

Tears wetted Alain’s cheeks when the humans came for him again. A woman opened the door. Alain looked up at her and squinted. He couldn’t be sure if she was Doctor Carver. Her face had been erased from his memory again, and he didn’t feel like he recognised this woman.

“Come,” she demanded, snapping her fingers at Alain.

He rose unsteadily to his feet and stumbled towards her. He could still barely walk, unsure just how to balance properly.

The woman tutted at him. “We’ll need to fix that,” she said. She hooked her fingers into his collar when he got close enough. “But first we need to make sure you’re stretched enough for your master.”

Alain stared ahead as she dragged him along. He feared her words. He didn’t want to think about what she meant – how could he have a master? He stumbled after the doctor, her fingers gripped tightly around his collar.

Narrow, bright corridors passed him by again. He looked around as best he could, frantically trying to find something he recognised. He saw nothing. Everything all looked the same, and unfamiliar too.

A second human waited for them in another room. A chair in the middle of the room caught Alain’s attention. He tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes, trying to work out if he had been sat in that chair before.

Alain was quickly strapped in. That felt familiar, but the surroundings confused him. There was a blend of emotions welling inside his mind. Confusion came to the forefront, with more than a slither of fear building up behind.

Once Alain had been secured inside the chair, he was pushed down to lie back, with his legs raised. He felt a little pressure at his rump, before a sudden sensation of emptiness. The plug had been removed, but the rings around his sheath and balls remained in place.

The relief did not last long. Another silicone plug pressed against him. This one felt larger. Without being able to see the new plug, Alain’s mind imagined a massive device as it squeezed against his aching tailhole. He squeaked in worry, but as usual neither of the two humans even looked to him. They murmured quietly amongst themselves, but not loudly enough for Alain to properly make out the individual words. They sounded positive.

Beneath his gag, Alain gritted his teeth. He squeezed his eyes closed, feeling a couple of tears leaking into his fur. He whimpered quietly as the plug moved away again, and he took a few deep breaths of relief.

The plug returned to probe at his tailhole. This time it felt cold and slick, coated in lubricant. He howled and squirmed as best he could, but only his tail was free, and that was quickly grabbed by a pair of tight hands.

With a wet pop, the plug slipped into place. Alain had been right. This was much larger, and he arched his back in discomfort. Even with his legs spread wide, he felt like they were being forced apart by the pressure beneath his tail. He grunted and huffed inside his gag, trying to regulate his breathing. Each time he moved, he felt the tip of the plug pressing against his prostate. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, desperately trying to avoid any spike of arousal.

Waves of painful pressure washed through his body, radiating out from his stretched tailhole. Every movement from his legs accentuated that pain, and he tried to remain still. He felt like a bowling ball had been shoved in his gut.

“It’s getting there,” the male doctor said. A hand patted against Alain’s foot, making him yelp as the touch sent jolts of pain through his leg and up into his belly. “I think tomorrow he’ll be able to meet his new master. This was about the right size he requested, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, it’ll certainly be ready,” the woman who might have been Doctor Carver said. “Maybe not ready to go home with him. There’s still a few behaviour procedures to go through. I don’t think it’s obedient enough yet, but that will come.”

The human roughly pulled down on the chair, snapping Alain back up to an upright sitting position. His vision swam as he re-oriented himself. His head ached, and his crotch throbbed and pulsed with each beat of his heart. From inside his sheath, his cock gave a few twinging twitches, but thankfully it didn’t attempt to grow erect.

Sitting upright, most of his weight pressed down on his ass. That squeezed the thick plug in a little deeper. He could feel it throbbing and aching in his gut. His fingers trembled as he tried to ignore the pain, but all his thoughts kept sinking down towards it. He expected to see a massive bulge in his belly, but it appeared flat. He tried to relax his muscles, but that just resulted in a stab of pain through his gut.

“I think we’re finally onto something,” the male said to his colleague. “A whole range of sexual slaves, ready to be rolled out.”

The woman looked right into Alain’s eyes. “And all of them with the same mind. I can’t wait to wake the next one up. Do you think it will be just as confused as this one?”

“Well the last one was,” the man replied with a laugh.

The woman joined in with the laughter. Both humans turned away, leaving Alain alone and tied up on the chair. “And the one before that,” the woman said, her voice fading into quiet silence as she walked away. “And before that…”

Alain felt a chill run down his spine to mingle with the painful heat in his belly. How many times had he been through this already? How many more of him were to come?

He could only be grateful for one thing. This version of himself would only go through it once.

He felt sorry for the next Alain to wake up.

For the original Alain, the one who had scanned his brain to be copied over and over again, he could only feel contempt. That Alain would never know the suffering he had caused.

Alain closed his eyes and tried to imagine what his original self might be doing now.

He couldn’t think of anything.