Title: "Mind Control: Cubs be Aware!" Chapter 2: Jerry Part: 2 of 3 Keywords: furry, mc, teen, cubs, med, scifi, mod, mm Universe: unsorted Author: just_lurking Summary: The year six students continue to watch their PSA. This time the topic is the underground cub-modification market. "There are other dangers closer to home that you must be ware of!" All eyes were on the holo. No one was causing any trouble. Marcus was always amazed how the PSA makers could grab cubs attention. 'I suppose that's their job.' He rationalised. The enthralled year 6 class was 'treated' to a view of a road from the air. A mouse cub peddling furiously on a bike came into view. "This is Jerry. An ordinary ten year old boy from a successful family." The voice introduced the students to the grey mouse. "One particularly sunny day Jerry rode his bicycle to the park to play frisbee with his friends." The video showed Jerry ditching his bike at the entrance to the park and greeting his friends. They proceeded to toss the frisbee about as promised. Silently whooping and hollering and taunting as they jumped about on the grass in pursuit of the frisbee. A smaller white bunny, maybe 7 years old, sneaked up behind the playing friends. He wore blue shorts, a thin black collar and a tan shirt that was open to the summer sky. "The boys had fun tossing the frisbee around," the narrator explained as the bunny jumped at the frisbee then broke into a run, "until a younger boy snatched it out of the air. Naturally Jerry was upset by this and tried to retrieve his toy from the youngster." The class watched as Jerry and his mates attempted to retrieve their frisbee from the slight bunny cub, but, despite having an age and strength advantage, it was clear that the youngster had both a head start and a racial advantage with his strong rabbit legs. "The younger cub taunted Jerry and soon got away from him." The narration helpfully supplied the obvious as the boy dodged deftly out of the way of the lunges of Jerry and his gang. Eventually it became clear to them that the bunny wasn't going to surrender the frisbee and that traditional methods of capturing the cub weren't going to work. Jerry and his friends split up and came at the rabbit boy from 3 sides. It didn't go much better. The boy quickly lost one of the gang, than another, until finally only Jerry was left chasing him. The bunny boy waved the frisbee high in the air to taunt Jerry as he ran out of the park and out of sight. Jerry leant on the wrought iron park gates panting silently; clearly out of breath. A large cougar in a business suit approached him. "Jerry was upset but an adult had seen the whole thing, and he said he knew who the bunny was and where he could be found." The voice over supplied the gist of the unheard conversation. "Now the way the boy dressed and reacted should have been a warning to Jerry, but, well, he had just had his property stolen and there hadn't been any time to stop and think. He accepted the stranger's offer and they left the park together." Marcus could almost hear his class' mental yelling for the foolish boy to stop to run away from the obvious trap, but then they weren't in an educational film and Jerry was. The naive boy accompanied the cougar to his hovercar and accepted his offer to sit in the front passenger seat. A moment later the car was in motion. "The older man asked Jerry questions about himself and his home life. Jerry answered them truthfully thinking nothing of it." The holo explained while the mouse and cougar chatted easily. Streets whizzed by quickly in the background. "Jerry started to get a bit nervous as he cooled down and took note of his surroundings." On cue Jerry started to realise that going with a stranger might not have been the wisest idea. It was clear that he didn't recognise his surroundings any more. "The stranger was driving them into areas he wouldn't normally expect to find other cubs, but eventually they came to an alley, and there was the boy with his frisbee just as the man had promised." The setup just screamed 'wrong'. First: the bunny boy was just standing, in the middle of an alley in an industrial sector, as if he were waiting for them. Secondly: he was smiling serenely and looking straight ahead. It looked as if he had been doing so for a while, and would have continued to do so if Jerry and his companion hadn't shown up. Jerry didn't notice this though. His eyes locked onto the plastic disc the small cub held in his hands and he dived out of the car; resuming his chase. "Jerry leapt from the car and chased after the boy." The voice over supplemented the imagery. "Of course things weren't quite as they seemed." The bunny calmly ducked into one of the buildings making up the side of the alleyway. The enraged mouse followed only to come to a sudden halt. "For, without knowing it, Jerry had let himself take the bait and sprung the trap exactly as his captors had planned it." The view panned to simulate Jerry looking about. The room was mostly bare concrete. A thin coating of black oil seemed to lay across most of the floor and clung to the walls in splashes. The middle of the room was lowered by a step or two from the walls. Bare metal railing separated the two areas. Fluorescent light strips illuminated the centre of the room. Disturbing looking tools of all descriptions hung from the walls. From illegal brain-case hookup cables, to whips and leashes, to scalpels and scissors, and much more besides. If it was scary, it was there. Marcus could swear he could feel the collective shiver that run around the class room. There were only a few other furnishings in the room. A desk covered in paper and grime leaned against one of the walls. An empty swivel chair was just a short distance in front of it, and a well slept-in dog basket lay off to the left. All were thoroughly mundane compared to the final, and by far the most malevolent, item in the room; the bed. It was a large metal bed standing in the middle of the room. It shone blackly. The chrome body almost glowing from the dark reflections of the oil-stained floor. "Jerry had unwittingly stumbled into an underground cub-modification shop. A place where cubs are brought for the purposes of having their minds and bodies 'modded' to please others." The shadows in the room shifted as the door slammed shut off-camera; removing the room's only source of daylight. Jerry jumped and whirled to see his cougar 'friend' blocking the door way. His expression wasn't so friendly any more. In fact it was a predatory leer, but one that was rarely reported on: it was the look that prey saw after the hunt was over and before the killing blow. It was triumph, satisfaction and anticipation. The bunny boy tapped Jerry on the shoulder. The mouse boy turned back slowly. The expression on his face was simple. It was the realisation of just how much trouble he was in, and how stupid he had been to get in it. The bunny-bait (for it was clear that was what the cub had been) handed Jerry back his red frisbee smiling as if the game were over and he was returning his property. The elder cub accepted the toy and held it limply. He watched as the boy calmly walked over to the dog basket, stripping his few clothes off on the way. The lapin sat down in the wicker 'bed' wearing only his collar and a smile, as he waited attentively for his next order. "Jerry's captor quickly tied him down to their worktable." Both the bunny and the class watched on, unwilling or unable to help, as he was stripped and then bound to the bed. The cub was out of his daze. He fought every step of the way, and the cougar literally had to hold the squirming and twisting boy down to get him strapped in. "Once he was securely restrained, the modder hooked his brain-ports up to their computers. It took them about an hour to upload and run a program which would begin to erode his will." The brain-case hookup cable was easier for the adult to install, as he only had to hold the boys head still. The mish-mash strip of different connectors slipped into the ports on the back of the boy's skull easily. The omitted 'unnecessary' plugs along the strip indicated the cable's dubious origins just as much as the greasy electrical tape did. "Of course Jerry fought his captors as best he could, but his struggles only made him exhausted for when the time came to fight the program. In the end his resistance only helped the men condition him." The voice explained in a strange mix of pity and blame. "Within minutes Jerry's conscious, subconscious and will belonged to the men; allowing them to loosen his restraints and continue with his upgrade." The scene faded out on a close up of Jerry's face; showing him struggling against the sleepy, mellow mood that was slowly crawling over his face. When the light came up again it was on what was obviously an auction. There was a stage and a long walkway. Both were brightly lit. In contrast the bustling pits either side of the room were dim enough that only the first two rows of the ten row deep audience could be made out in any detail. It was an excited, cub-thirsty band of watchers who had gathered, not a polite one. They were mostly male, mostly older and exclusively rich. No one in the crowd had gotten to where they were without being either aggressive, canny or both. They all wanted what was on sale and they knew that there was a finite supply. Those nearest the platform had gotten there, and stayed there, by elbowing their fellows out of the way. The cougar, gavel in hand, was standing beside a podium on the right side of the stage. It was clear he officiated over the sale of his produce in addition to acquiring and modding it. The fly of his suit was open and his hard seven inches jutted out proudly. He didn't seem disturbed though; the bunny was taking care of it. The little rabbit boy was knelt before him as he attended to his master's barbed cock with quiet glee. The bunny slave smiled around the slobber coated dick. It was clear he had just one purpose left in his life and that he enjoyed it immensely. A dozen cub-shaped forms lingered in the shadows at the back of the stage. They glinted with metal in odd places. No two exactly alike. Each was tailored to a slightly different taste. Lines and dots of light emanated from the bodies of the shrouded cyber-cubs. Two cubs, a mouse and a rat, walked confidently down the catwalk. Their legs swung precisely. Their gait was perfect, but not identical. The rat was older then the mouse by maybe a year, and gave off a definite 'bad boy' aura. The mouse...gasps raised around the room as recognition dawned on the class. The mouse was Jerry. Unlike the cubs in the shadows Jerry himself seemed to have been changed relatively little. He was a little trimmer than before, and was sporting permanent-looking metal bands with recessed LEDs around his wrists, ankles and neck. His hair had been restyled to make him look both sleeker and cuter than before, and his face was all smiles, cheer and seductive innocence. Only the slightly 'scripted' way he reacted to the sights and sounds around him gave any indication that anything was 'wrong' with him. He was also obviously the 'good boy' to the older rat's 'bad boy'. Everything about them contrasted. The rat had just entered puberty, Jerry had not a single touch of it on him. The rat was taller and dark-grey furred, Jerry was a pure virginal white. The rat was styled with a spiky rough motif, the mouse looked smooth and innocent, as if he would start sucking on a finger at any moment. The differences continued into their walks. Although they went at the same pace and stride their body language was night and day. The dark-furred teen's demeanour spoke of confidence and harnessed aggression. His body was just showing the beginnings of muscle definition; enough to show his complete dominance over the younger child with his softer cute curves. Even the rat's heavier sheath, though far from a man's, emphasised the power he held over Jerry and his juvenile package. They got to the end of the catwalk and executed a twirl followed by a pose. Jerry leaned up against the elder boy. His head back and eyes upwards at the cross-armed rat lovingly. The choreography presented Jerry as the annoying-yet-cute cub who idolized him and dogged his footsteps. Suddenly the rat's right arm, and only his right arm, moved. Jerry was pushed from his side and off the stage in a single artistic sweep. The smiling mouse boy fell into the arms of a surprised mid-aged bruin in the front row. The crowed whooped and yelled as he wrapped his paws around the 'gentleman' and kissed him deeply. The camera angle changed and the class were given a shot showing Jerry's pink tail and white buns gyrating as he ground his body against the bear's. The rat looked down at him in a superior fashion. He turned and contemplated the audience on the left hand side of the catwalk. Pretending to decide if any were worth his time. It was obviously part of the show. Jerry was the weak submissive one. The 'good boy' who couldn't refuse. The rat was the 'bad boy'. The rough leader of the pack, who picked and chose his conquests. It was all obvious branding. The teen was just as unable to disobey his programming as any of the other modded cubs. The act was all part of the auction; all part of selling a dream. The rat spotted a man 'worthy' of his attention. On cue his cock started to slowly slip slipped free of his sheath. He stepped down from the stage gracefully. It was only then that his unnatural grace revealed the work that had gone into enhancing his legs. The slightly longer and more supple limbs allowed him to descend the stage calmly and without fuss. The scene cross faded as he walked to meet 'his man'. "Jerry was sold at auction to a rich businessman. He spent the next five years as the man's plaything before detectives from the IG-72C Juvenile Crime Department recovered him. He is still undertaking a long and difficult road back to normalcy and independence with the aid of psychologists. His parents were glad to get him back at all." The final scene showed a much older Jerry standing in front of his mum and dad in classic family portrait style. Jerry was smiling. He had clear-looking scars running across his neck, wrists and down the right side of his head--obviously from where various 'mods' had been removed. Jerry's mother looked worried for him as if she were afraid to let him out of her sight again. His father looked more relaxed. His paw rested on his son's shoulder, as if proud or pleased with his boy. It was a touching picture. "Cubs beware! Never go with strangers without first consulting your parents, and never let anyone but a fully licensed neuro-technician get access to your brain-ports." The image faded out.