Title: "Mind Control: Cubs be Aware!" Chapter 3: Bobby
Part: 3 of 3
Keywords: furry, mc, teen, cubs, rape, scifi, mm, inc
Universe: unsorted
Author: just_lurking
Summary: The IG-72C students finish watching the PSA, and learn about how mind control can be abused at home.

The year 6 cubs of IG-72C-331 secondary watched as the holo lit up once
more.  This time it showed an adolescent lion waking up and stretching
out his sleep-weakened arms.

"Now let's look at Bobby." The PSA helpfully provided the cub's
name.

Bobby was wearing blue and white striped pyjamas.  They contrasted with
his gold-yellow fur and the sparse crimson mane that was just starting
to grow in.  The class was treated to a quick showing of the youth's
'morning tent' as he tossed off his covers, but it was over quickly.

Marcus smiled as he noticed his charges were all silent and
attentive. 'Good. It's important that they learn.'

"Outwardly a normal, well adjusted, happy young man." The producers
cast judgement on young Bobby.  "He was well liked by his peers and
his teachers, but even Bobby didn't know the dark secret that lay at
the heart of his family life."

The video switched to a montage of Bobby's day.

A cut and different angle on the camera showed him dressing for the day
while a small lump stirred in the room's other bed.  Another jump
and Bobby and his ten year old brother were brushing their teeth in
the bathroom.

Jump; eating breakfast in the kitchen.  Cornflakes for Bobby, his dad
and his older sister.  A chocolate frosted kids' cereal for his younger
brother and sister.

Another jump and Bobby's mother was dropping him off at school.
Lessons.  Break.  Lunch.  Home again.  Homework.  Video games with his
younger siblings.  Dinner.  Then getting ready for bed.

"Every night before bed Bobby would wash up...brush his teeth...and
say his prayers." The narrator explained.  "Then his father would
wish him a good night and tuck him in.  It was what he did every night
and what he planned to do tonight."

As promised Bobby pulled his PJs back on.  He walked to the bathroom
and stood before the sink.  The lion boy made a quick self-examination,
paying particular attention to his mane, then he slathered a healthy
dose of toothpaste over his brush.

"Bobby was brushing his teeth when his father came in.  This didn't
bother the boy, because he got on well with his old man and they often
talked while he was getting ready for bed."

The younger lion's mouth was a mess of white foam as the dad from
earlier sauntered into the bathroom.  His gait was both confident and
casual.  He was clearly the leader of the pride and the owner of all
he saw.  Hence why walking into the bathroom when his son was preparing
for bed was accepted unquestioningly by both.

The patriarch perched on the edge of the bath behind his son.  The
lions' reflections in the wall mirror allowed the two to chat easily.
His father's large, muscular frame and heavy, red mane showed Bobby
what he would look like in just a few years.

"Well they talked all right, but then something unusual happened.
Bobby's dad started saying some words he didn't understand.
The gibberish wouldn't have disturbed him so much if his father's
attitude hadn't changed to outright hostility."

Bobby blinked and looked around at his father.  Confusion and worry
were written on his face.  The boy's body language helped convey
what couldn't be heard, that his father's words were gobbledegook.
Marcus approved of the director's skill in capturing that unspoken
communication.

The father's face transformed as he mouthed the words out.  The change
was so jarring that it really looked like a mask had been removed.
Gone was the calm, confident owner of all, and in his place another
aspect of the same idea: the angry owner of all, the one who proved his
power over others by demonstration of force.

Bobby, sensibly, tried running from the room; the toothbrush still clamped
between his teeth.  He didn't get far.  There was a collective gasp from
the class as the father reached out with one beefy paw and effortlessly
jerked his son back into the middle of the room.  The toothbrush went
flying across the room along with clouds of minty-fresh foam.

The boy was pushed onto the toilet seat as his father stood before him.
The man had unzipped his fly off camera and was now sneering down at
his cub who cowered from the sight of his meat.  Bobby visibly blanched
as he came face-to-face with the beer-can-thick hard on before him.
He started to cry.

"Bobby's father locked the bathroom door.  Bobby wanted to cry for
help, but his father warned him that if his mother, brother or sister
came to help him he would hurt them.  Being a kind boy, Bobby didn't
want anything to happen to his mother or his siblings, so he opened wide
when his father demanded that Bobby suck his cock."

Marcus' cubs watched as Bobby's mouth was violated by his father.
'It's the same fascination people have with an airfoil collision,'
the teacher mused, 'they just can't look away.'

Bobby squealed and sobbed.  His cries muted by the meat filling his mouth.
Strangely his pyjamas were at half mast.  As were most of the boys in
the class.  All guiltily wondering if they were allowed to feel this
way when watching this.  The girls were able to pretend they weren't
effected, at least to the others.

On camera Bobby's dad's rear end shuddered and a white substance
started to drip from Bobby's maw.  It landed on the toilet seat with
a wet splat.

"His father abused Bobby's muzzle long and hard despite all of his
son's tears.  Eventually he filled Bobby's mouth with his climax,
and pulled out.  Comforting the lad and telling him how proud he was
of him."

It was a lost and confused Bobby the class watched.  One who didn't
understand why his dad had suddenly become angry, and who, just as
suddenly, was now hugging him and comforting him.  The larger lion held
his crying boy coaxing him back to calmness and wiped the wetness (both
cum and tears) from his boys fur.

"Bobby found the mood swings the most confusing of all.  One second
his father loved him, then he assaulted him, then he said wiped
away his tears, but the manipulation of Bobby's emotions was quite
intentional. You see Bobby's father needed to get him in the right
state of mind so that when he spoke the words again...Bobby wouldn't
question the transition."

Bobby laughed nervously as his dad evidently said something funny enough
to elicit a slight chuckle from the boy even through his trauma.

It was clear the boy still hadn't had enough time to process the
betrayal and was still questioning the reality of what had just happened.
Such a technique would not have worked otherwise, but the incident was
clearly so out of character (at least to Bobby) that the boy had to
wonder if he had just had some sort of waking nightmare.

Bobby's father smiled as he watched his son's confusion.  He took
the opportunity to mouth a few words, while picking up and washing off
Bobby's toothbrush.  The lion youth blinked, and then smiled as his
father handed him his toothbrush.

He started to brush his teeth for the second time that night, blissfully
unaware of the first time or noticing his 'suddenly' red eyes.

"Bobby's parents had installed a memory shunt in their children.
It's a device that allows the victim's short term memory to be erased.
It is also illegal, and a crime to use it on anyone.  Bobby's mother
had agreed to putting a shunt in Bobby.  It made it easier to be a good
parent, and to stop Bobby from getting himself into trouble, but she
didn't know or suspect the way her husband was abusing his power."

The camera angle changed to 'outside' the bathroom, in the hall,
where a smaller lion cub peered through the crack in the door.  It was
Bobby's little brother from earlier in the film and from the editing
it was clear he was supposed to have seen everything.  His shocked face
seemed to back the assumption up.

"Cubs beware!  Memory shunts and other unlicensed modifications are
illegal, and for good reason!  Be attentive and thoughtful!  If you
experience any skips, blanks or discontinuity in your memory you may
need help!"

The scene changed and showed the youngest lion ascending some steps the
next day.  The camera pulled back to show the facade of a police station.
The shorts-and-hoodied kitten walked up to the front desk and stood on
tip toes to talk to the officer behind the sheet of glass.

"If you suspect someone your know or that you yourself are a victim
of mind control then report it to the police right away!  The juvenile
crime department deals with over two hundred cases of mind control
every year."

The scene crossfaded to an interview room where Jerry's friends talked
to uniformed officers.  Then faded again to show officers searching the
field where Denny was abducted with help from some of the cubs on his
basketball team.  The implication was clear: Go to the police; seek help;
you will be believed; it will be investigated.

The bell rang.  The final bell of the day.  Marcus cursed it silently.

"Okay cubs settle down!" He called out trying to get the class to
settle again.  It was one of the reasons he hated the bell; the cubs
had been trained from their earliest years that the bell meant the end
of class.  There was no breaking them of it now.

He killed the video and the lights came up.

"Remember class!  History test tomorrow!" He shouted vainly.  Some
stopped packing their bags to pay attention, most didn't. "Nineteen
ten through twenty ten, know it!  Have a good evening, and see you
tomorrow bright and early!"

Mike and Em were among the first cubs out.  They both sat near the front
and near the door.  They were neither the swattiest kids nor the worst.
The two represented the average cub of any era.  Well adjusted, happy
and intelligent.

"You wanna come round my house?" Emily asked her 'best friend
forever'.

Mike shrugged sadly. "Can't I've got detention with old man Zaf."

"Oh. I hate him so much..." Em sighed. "He's such a killjoy."

"Don't I know it.  This is the fifth detention he's given me
in two weeks.  He's got it in for me." Mike waved as they parted
ways. "Have fun.  I'll try and come round after detention 'k?"

"See ya!  Whatever you're doing to piss Zaf off, stop it right?"
Emily left the building with the mass of cubs.

Mike continued on down the rapidly emptying corridor.  In truth he'd
like to know what he had done to tick off Zaf.  It was like the nicer
he tried to be in class the more the old man threw the book at him.

He sighed as he rounded the corner and entered the detention hall.
"Hello Mr Zafarr." He greeted the elderly lynx presiding over the
detention.

The hall was a mid-sized room with six rows of four desks each.  Only a
quarter or so were filled today.  They all faced the front where the
infamous Mr Zafarr sat at his desk.  Behind the teacher were the typical
whiteboard and projector screen.

"Hello Mr Lamond. Welcome back." The dry old teacher greeted him
sarcastically. "Let's see if you can make this the last visit here
for a while shall we?"

Mike bit his tongue and sat down near the front with the dozen other
cubs who had been sentenced to lose their afternoons.

"Now that you are all here, finally, lets get this detention under
way." The lynx slipped on some sunglasses.  The screen lit up with
a bright flickering colour field that danced like wind and water.
"Eyes to the front."

Mike frowned.  'Why is he wearing those indoors?' He wondered.
Not noticing that he, and the rest of his class, had stood up and had
started to undress; their glazed eyes prisoners to the lights at the
front of the classroom.  He didn't even notice as his last thoughts
dribbled away, like candle wax before the screen's flame, and his body
walking seductively towards the lynx who was smiling victoriously.

