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.

