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Rem opened his eyes, groggy from an unplanned nap, waking to a new and unfamiliar room. The first thing he noticed was his mobility was lifted, he was laying on what seemed to be an operating table with a bright light above him. His arms and legs were restrained with cuffs, bound to each corner of the table, keeping his form sprawled open. Panic sets in as he struggles against the chained cuffs binding him, the sound of metal scratching at the table ringing through the room before he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. Okay, he thought, this is all just a bad dream, I’m just having a nightmare. It only feels real, but it isn’t! I’m probably safe back in my little room at the hideout right now. Thinking this, he tries to call for his lil helpers to see if they could get him unbound from this table. Alas, they were nowhere to be found, for this was no dream, and he could not conjure up his helpers to the isolated place where he had been taken.
Stuck in this spot with the blinding light above him, Rem decides to look around and see if there’s anything that can help him or clue him in to where he might be. At first look it seemed like just a strange doctor’s or surgeon’s office. The operating table sat in the middle of the room with a cart possessing a few scalpels and tools for operation. Bone saws, an empty tray, and a few unlabeled syringes filled with unknown fluids lay on the cart. There was a large cabinet in the room, just against the wall past the foot of the operating table. One of the Venator’s bear traps hung against the wall of the room above a counter. The countertop going around the side of the room was clean, slightly cluttered with jars and random items, but generally clean. Rem could see his pillow sitting on the countertop as well, it was next to his unlit candle. The counter wrapped around the room from the side to the top, until it reached a door which had no windows on it. Next to the door was a coat rack, empty except for Rem’s pajamas. Looking up at the counter closest to his head, Rem could see what appeared to be a few of Vyper’s screwjab daggers sitting on the counter. Next to them was an open backpack which was hard to see inside, but in it glimmered the faint reflection of light from what were Haze’s sleep daggers. The OSIC? Rem thought to himself. I was told to stay away from those people… Maybe that’s why I’m having this nightmare. Above the backpack against the wall was another familiar item, one of Rem’s very own “Vote For Me” posters was neatly hung.
Finally, you enter the room. Wearing standard white pants, a white almost lab coat, donning a face mask, and wearing glasses. Rem instantly turns to look at you as you open the door before letting out, “Hey! Friend! Could you please get me out of these things?”
You chuckle to yourself, “Oh, I’m sorry, friend. But I can’t do that, not yet. I was the one that put you in these, after all.” Rem stares at you, lowering his ears a bit, his tail nervously curling around his leg and one of the chains. He lets out a small noise, beginning to worry this isn’t a dream anymore.
“W-what? Why?” He questions nervously.
“Well you see, I’ve had my eyes on you for a while.” You begin. “You are just so adorable! And it really got my mind wandering, it really got my mind wandering… how much fun we could have together.”
“If you wanted games, you could have just asked…” Rem lets out shyly, hoping, praying that maybe this is what you meant.
“And give you the opportunity to say no to my game? A ‘no’ you certainly would have given me? I can’t allow that. So I talked to Vyper and all it took was a little money for her to pocket some of Haze’s sleep daggers. Then I just had to stick you with one or two on your way back to your hideout and out like a light you were! Watching you sleep was so cute, you were so peaceful. Then I pulled a favour with the Doorman and asked him to prepare a special room for me, and I brought you here! You won’t be able to use any of your abilities or get out of here.”
Hearing this, Rem only lowered his ears more, letting out a nervous whine like a sad puppy. What game could you be planning? It was one only you knew, one you had your heart set out on, and one that you would make his heart set out on too. You walk over to the operating table, standing next to your cart. You walk slowly, menacingly, Rem’s eyes meeting yours as you hear him struggling in his restraints.
“H-hey, wait…” Rem lets out softly, pleading to you, but the words hardly even phase you. You take an electric razor and begin with a line near Rem’s shoulder, ending it at the middle of his chest. “Hey, my fur!” Rem speaks, trying to squirm and move in his restraints.
“I recommend you stay still, you wouldn’t want me to cut you yet, would you?” You respond to his squirms and struggles, causing him to let out a nervous whimper as he tries to sit still. He didn’t want to be hurt, after all. You begin another line with the razor at his other shoulder, also bringing it to the middle of his chest. The two lines meet as you shave off another line going straight down his torso, until it’s almost reached his waist. Once the razor meets his waistline, you bring it out in one direction towards his inner thigh, then start another line going from the center line to his other inner thigh.
“W-what are you doing?” Rem asks nervously, concerned and confused.
“Don’t mind me, just preparing you.” You say as you grab a wet wipe from the counter, wiping down the shaved lines you made down the center of his body.
“Preparing for what?” He asks again, perking his ears up curiously.
“Oh, don’t worry about that right now. We’ll get there when we get there.” You respond, going into a drawer of the counter and pulling out some black nitrile gloves. They squeak and slap against your skin as you put them on.
“What are those for?” Rem’s curiosity was insatiable.
“Sanitation, so you don’t get any germs or dirt on you” You respond with a sigh. You walk back over to the table and begin wiping Rem down with antiseptic to make sure the area is clean.
“That’s cold…” Rem says softly in protest, squirming from the temperature. This reminded you that you need to give him some anesthesia so he doesn’t keep squirming while you work. You go under the table and pull out a mask connected to a gas tank, this mask was specifically designed for Rem’s beak. You begin to try to place it on his beak before he protests again, “Hey, what is that? What are you trying to put on me?”
“Shhhh,” you say to try and relax him, “don’t worry, it’s connected to a gas to make you sleepy. It’ll make you want to take a nap”
“But I don’t want to take a nap right now, it’s not safe…” He responds.
“Oh don’t worry, you’re safe here, I assure you. Just let me…” You trail off as you put the mask over his beak, him still squirming a bit before you get it all the way on. It sticks to him a little, making it so he can’t squirm out of the mask. You then reach under the table to the gas tank and turn it only a little, causing the sound of gas flowing to emit from it as Rem stares up at you. “Now, count down from ten, please.”
“Um… okay.” Rem begins, nervous. “Ten, nine, eight. Seven. S-Six… Five…” He begins to trail off a bit, his voice getting slurred and loopy. “Oh, this really does make you sleepy…” He says before laying his head back against the operating table, his eyes fluttering a bit but remaining open, you only turned the gas flow enough to numb him a bit, not to put him all the way asleep. You begin to poke at his belly a bit, using your left hand to tap the underside of his paw. It curls in reflex.
“Can you feel this?” You ask as you poke at him a bit, feeling the soft fur under your hands even through the glove.
“Feel. Whaaat?” He asks, incredibly loopy now as he just barely stays awake. It was clear he didn’t feel it.
“Alright, now stay still, please.” You ask him as you bring your left hand to his body, holding it down as your right hand reaches for a scalpel off the cart. Rem stares up at the light of the room, not even looking at you anymore as you bring the scalpel mere inches away from the shaved part near his right shoulder. “You might feel a bit of pressure.” You warn him before pressing the scalpel down.
“Mmph…” he lets out, muffled into the mask. You begin to slide the scalpel towards his chest, a bit of his blood coming from the incision.
“That’s it…” you say softly, the scalpel reaching his chest before you bring it near his other shoulder and begin to make your second incision. Rem lets out another soft noise as you do so before reaching his chest. You then begin to pull the scalpel down his torso and towards his waistline, pulling it along the shaved line and bare flesh of Rem. “You’re doing very well.” You say, commending him for staying so still during this procedure. He only lets out a soft giggle back, it was adorable how blissfully unaware he was. As you reach his waistline you pull the scalpel through the shaved lines, towards his inner thighs.
“It’s warm.” He says as the blood slightly seeps into his fur. He spoke so quietly, you could barely hear him. You pay no mind to the comment and continue to make your incisions, now making the final one towards his other inner thigh. You reach over to the table to grab your collagen sponge, using it to soak up some of the excess blood from his torso. Then, you set down your scalpel and pick up your crile forceps, taking the jaw of it to go under the flesh and muscle of his torso. You clamp the forceps and use it to pull it up towards yourself. Once you’ve lifted it enough, you can pull with your other hand, revealing his greyish-blue internal organs through the open half of his abdomen. You take one of your clamps and set it in place, using it to hold his flesh still so his organs remain exposed. You then repeat this process for the other side, carefully opening up the other half of his torso and exposing his organs fully. His rib cage was unusually shaped, unlike a human one. The sternum reached down further than it would a human, creating a more full, round shape with his ribs, also causing them to cover more than you would have liked. For now though, this will do.
“You’re doing such a good job, Rem.” You speak softly to him, trying to keep him soothed.
He giggles a bit before responding, “I didn’t even do anything…” His words were slurred.
“You’ve stayed very still and very calm, it made things much easier for me.” You say through hard breaths, staring intently at his organs. His small intestine was longer and more bundled than a human’s, almost stringy. His large intestine was very girthy, however, and exposure to the air caused them all to inflate slightly, bulging out of him. You breathe harder as you set down the forceps, taking your right hand and touching his small intestine, taking part of it and placing it in between your fingers. They left marks of blue blood on your gloves, and his intestine made a soft squelch as you squirm it in between your fingers.
“H-hey.” He lets out softly, trying to squirm a bit. “Pressure, pressure…” he trails off, clearly being able to feel your touch a bit more in his organs. It was unclear whether or not this was him being in pain, or him just being able to feel the pressure, though. Your breaths were sharp and quick, staring at his organs, too focused on them that you barely even register what he’s saying. He tried to squirm a bit more, but the lack of abdominal muscles made it difficult for him. “W-what are you doing?” He finally asks softly.
“Shhhh. Just sit still.” You respond, this time a little more assertively. You gently slip your fingers in between more of his small intestine, using your other hand to gently trail his large one. Past his ribs you could see his lungs inflating and deflating gently, though a bit quicker as you mess with his internals.
“Mmmhh…” He groans out softly as his organs squelch in your hand. “I-I wanna know.” He tried to squirm and sit up, but couldn’t. So instead he just lifts his head, trying to look down at himself. He could see you, staring down at him, two large flabs of his flesh being held open by clamps, your hands inside him, feeling his organs. “Oh god.” He starts, the delirious panic beginning to set in. “Oh god! W-What are you doing to me?!” He lets out, trying to pull at his hands, the sound of the chains rattling against the table fills the room. His voice was still soft and a little muffled in the mask, he was too weak to speak up. He breathed harder and faster, scared as ever as his lungs quickly inflated and deflated.
“Shhh.” You say, trying to enjoy this moment as Rem yelps out, tugging at the chains with his arms. He uses his tail to curl around your arm, desperately trying to pull your hand away but to no avail.
“N-no! Stop it!” He yelps out, panting and breathing heavily. “S-stop! Please!” He begs.
“I. Said. Hush.” You return, coiling his tail around your left hand and grabbing hold of it, keeping it still. You lean down and bring your face in front of his, taking your other hand and petting the top of his head firmly, his own blood smearing onto his fur a bit. “Now, I am going to enjoy myself in this moment, and there’s nothing you can do, not to escape, not to stop me, not a thing. Rem, oh my precious little Rem. I am going to enjoy your body to the fullest, and I recommend you relax and sit still, lest you want to get hurt.”
“Please…” he begs softly, his quick panting causing him to breathe in more of the gas, getting loopier as he speaks. “Don’t- don’t wanna hurt, please. Just wanna go home.”
“Oh don’t worry.” You respond, “You can go, but only after I have my fill of you. I need this.” You say as you let go of his tail, letting it shyly curl around his own leg as you let go. Rem was small, weak, and subconsciously understood his own position of powerlessness in this moment. You take your freed up left hand and slowly wriggle your fingers in between his small intestine, feeling it squelch around your hand as you insert it. He lets out a high pitched whine as you continue to pet his head with your right hand. “There you go. Not so bad, isn’t it?”
“Feels weird…” he lets out, his eyes tired as ever even past the panic, “Lots of pressure. Inside me.” He says. Rem wasn’t struggling as much anymore, but was definitely uncomfortable and still squirming. It seems letting him know he will get to go free helped put his mind at ease a bit, but he was still panicked about being opened up and kept in such a state. A lot of him didn’t understand it though, didn’t understand his current state or what was happening to him, only that it was bad, unnatural.
“It’s going to feel weird, but that’s okay.” You say, petting him, scratching behind his ear a bit, the blood beginning to dry against his fur. You take your hand and pull it out from in between his intestines, taking two of your fingers and squirming it under his ribcage, holding them oh so gently against his lungs, feeling them inflate and deflate against your fingers. “Perfect.” You whisper to yourself in bliss feeling his lungs, so perfect and squishy, yet so fragile and sensitive. You make sure not to apply pressure to them so you don’t collapse them only feeling them inflate and deflate. Additionally, you can feel his pulse a little bit, his heart surely nearby. Your breaths had become shaky and sharp, your interest and arousal becoming more and more apparent as you toy with Rem, your pants bulging slightly. You loved every moment of this creature’s panic and fear, every bit of his insides just as beautiful and perfect as his outside. You take your hand and begin to trace your fingertips along the large intestine, up to the seamless transition between large and small intestine. You let out a soft “Interesting.” as you trace your fingers to where his intestine branches out to his appendix, larger than a human’s, but not the same size or shape many other animals had. It connected and branched out almost like that of an opossum's appendix.
“Your biology is quite unique.” You lean in and tell Rem, his eyes squinted.
He lets out a few soft noises, just as he did the entire time you felt around his insides. “Please, just stop…” He let out softly, whimpering as he begged. “Just let me go already.”
“Let you go? This is just about to get interesting!” You retort, almost laughing as you ignore his pleads. “Your biology is unlike that of any I’ve seen, the shape of it all, how it is bound by your flesh and muscles, even the way your ribcage protects your vitals more than most creatures! It’s all so unique, I need it, I need more of it…” You say, the desperation almost apparent in your voice as you dip your fingers in between his stomach and intestines, a wet squelch coming from them as you do so.
“It feels so weird, I don’t like this.” Rem groggily lets out, his eyes squinted with how tired he was from the gas, despite how scared of the situation he was. You didn’t care about how he felt about it, though. If anything, it made the situation even more arousing, and eventually, it became too much. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you unbutton the bottom few buttons of your coat, unzipping your pants a bit before going to the chains binding Rem’s legs. You undo the part tying him down a bit, giving the chains some slack before reaching under the table to grab yourself some lubricant. You look up at him, his own blue blood on his face and head a bit from where you were petting him, you couldn’t help but giggle at just how adorable he was like this, at how powerless he was to succumb to his fate despite his fear. You begin to get yourself up on the table, spreading your legs and sitting on your knees, pulling the chains attached to his legs up and around yours. You lean over him, scanning him up and down as you part his legs a bit more, getting a bit of blood on him. The table was already bloody with handprints from you getting up on it, and now you got him a bit bloody too, even the lubricant had blood smeared on it now. You reach into your unzipped pants, adjusting yourself as you pull out your dick, already hard and throbbing. You got a bit of blood on it as you pulled it out, but the blood was nice and warm against you. You then take some lubricant and smear it on one of your hands, using it to spread around not only yourself, but onto Rem and against his hole too.
“W-what are you doing?” He asked, unable to feel what you were doing but watching you as you leaned up over him.
“Shhhh, don’t worry, I’m just… having my fill~” You giggled out, slipping two of your fingers into his hole. The gas kept him relaxed and numb, he was surprisingly stretchy, even just around your fingers he felt so good. You take your other hand and set down the lubricant, the bottle bloody as you use your hand to align your tip with Rem’s hole which you kept open with your fingers. You push your hips forward and gently thrust inside him, just your tip at first. Rem kept his head back on the table, staring up at the lights, his eyes trying to avoid you now as you lean over him. You take your fingers and remove them from his ass, taking your hand to his leg and using it to simultaneously pull him down onto your shaft and push your hips forward more to push inside him.
“P-pressure!” Rem yelps, making a louder noise now as he could clearly feel an extent of the discomfort of you stretching him out. But that’s not the part you were excited about. Your efforts were rewarded with the sight you had been dreaming of, watching yourself bulge inside his large intestine as you thrust. He was nice and tight around you, and you could feel his heartbeat through his intestine. You take your other hand now and trace his large intestine until you can feel it, the bulge you were making inside him. It was utter bliss, staring at his insides, being inside him like this, able to feel it even with your hands. You begin to pull back your hips before thrusting again, getting yourself into a slow rhythm as you bounce Rem on your shaft. “W-what are you doing?!” He begged to know, his neck growing too weak to even look down at himself anymore as he whines and yelps.
You were so aroused, loving this moment too much that you couldn’t even bring yourself to give him a proper answer. Only letting out sharp, heavy breaths as you thrust into him. You take your hand and move it from his large intestine to the spaghetti of his small intestine and widdle your fingers into it a bit, listening to the squelching mess of his organs as you play with them. It was both perfect, and not nearly enough. You wanted more. To feel more of him, the warmth of his blood on you. You can’t help it anymore, you grab parts of his small intestine and begin to pull it out, letting it drape against your lap as you speed up your thrusts, his blood beginning to stain your clothes. As you pull out his intestine and lay it on yourself, you let go of it, using your hand to grab his head, almost holding him by his ear as he lets out a high pitched squeak, startled by you.
“Let go…” He asked softly as you squeezed his ear, feeling the warmth of his blood seeping through your clothes a bit. “Please, I’m getting light headed…” He added. Was it the loss of blood or the work of the gas to numb him? You didn’t know, and you didn’t really care either. You speed up your thrusts again, panting as you push deeper with every thrust until his ass meets your hips.
“Shhhh…” You respond to him in between shaky breaths. “Relax, it’ll be over soon.” He squeaks in return, in rhythm with your thrusts as he bounces against you, the sounds of chains slapping against the table as you thrust. Despite the gas keeping him tired and lightheaded, his heartbeat was still quick with how terrified the poor thing was. You could still feel his pulse throughout his body as you thrust into him, throbbing with arousal. His tail had begun to grow weak with how tired he was, his whimpers getting softer.
You throbbed inside Rem, getting closer and closer as you hump him. “Fuck” you groan out softly, your heavy breathing fogging up your glasses as they hang from your face. You begin to slow down your thrusts, not pulling out as much anymore as you grind against him. You savoured all of it, his warm blood seeping into your clothes, his intestines laying on your lap, the way he felt as you stretched him out, the sight of you bulging through his large intestine. You couldn’t take it anymore, you quickly reached the edge and grip onto his leg and his ear tighter, his eye squinting reflexively as you shove him down onto your cock. Throbbing, spurting rope after rope of your cum inside him. He squeaked as you shoved him down onto you, squirming lightly, and it only aroused you more, prolonging your orgasm. You groan as you finish inside him, calling out his name softly, oh how you loved it. He whimpers softly the entire time, and eventually your climax ends. You let up your grip on him and begin to slowly pull out, a nice wet sound coming from his ass as you pull out. His hole gaped and held itself open, leaking with your cum a little as you breathe heavily, trying to regain some of your energy. You weren’t fully done yet, though, and as you let go of his leg and head, you use one of your hands to grab his small intestine again, lifting it off yourself. You use your other hand to lift your mask lightly, just enough to raise his intestine to your face, licking his bright blue blood off of it, savouring his taste before you lower your mask again. You begin to place his organs back in his body, watching as his intestines lightly cover his stomach before you get off the table.
Sitting in that position for a while made your knees hurt a bit, but it was all worth it. You left a few bloody handprints on the operating table as you got off of it, tightening the chains binding his legs again to make sure he couldn’t move too much. He was still breathing, albeit faintly, his eyes were barely open at this point, he had grown so weak and faint. You hurry yourself up a bit as you begin to put him together again. You remove the clamps from his sides and gently fold his skin back over his organs, covering them but still leaving large parted lines across his body.
“Hold still while I do this.” You tell Rem, but he was too weak to even respond, he didn’t even attempt to squirm. He didn’t know what fate you had in store for him, but he had grown too weak to fight it. You go to your cart of tools again and grab a needle, taking it to the skin near his right shoulder as you begin to stitch him up. It doesn’t take too long, and it allows you enough time to stitch up his left side as well before getting to the middle of his chest. You begin to stitch down the middle of Rem’s body, before getting to his waist and stitching down towards both of his legs. His gut was a little bloated, but it was enough. You go to the cabinet in the room and grab yet another item you had paid Vyper to get for you, something you could use in this specially made room for you. You grabbed the Healing Rite and without hesitation used it to begin healing Rem’s wounds.
Rem gasped for air as his strength began returning to him, he wasn’t so lightheaded anymore and the incisions made into his chest and stomach had begun to heal and scar over. As they healed, you go back to your cart, grabbing a pair of tweezers with your left hand and scissors with your right. You begin to go to each stitch and lift the knot before cutting the suture flush with the skin. You repeat this process for each stitch.
As you do, Rem lifts his head a bit. You didn’t even notice as you were busy removing the stitches, but he asks you “I feel… better?”
You chuckle as you continue your work, “Of course, I healed you, and I’m working on getting you patched up fully.”
“But… why?” He asks you, a bit of fear still lingering in his voice.
“So that I can get you back to your hideout safely. It was never my intention to kill you or keep you here permanently.” You respond, just finishing up removing the last few stitches.
“Oh…” He says before setting his head down again, letting out a soft and nervous “thanks.”
You don’t respond. You finish up taking out the last stitch as he continues to slowly regenerate, his scars healing up nicely. As you finish up, you take your gloves off and go to the counter, grabbing a wipe and wetting it with hydrogen peroxide. You come back over to Rem with it and begin to wipe down his head and parts of his fur that you had left blood on, but avoid the healing skin and the fur around it. He squeaks softly as you wipe him down. As you finish wiping his face and cleaning parts of his fur, you go back to the counter and grab a different wipe, this time wetting it with a saline solution. You walk back to Rem and begin wiping down the healing skin, cleaning it and the fur around it of any blood that had leaked out. Both pads were nice and blue by the time you finished wiping.
“Alright. I’m done cleaning, now to make sure you’re good and so I can get you back to your hideout, I’m going to put you to sleep for a little bit.” You tell Rem as you reach under the table, beginning to turn up the flow of gas to his mask.
“O-Okay…” He lets out softly, his voice gentle yet nervous as he slowly begins to doze off after just a few seconds. Once he’s out, you begin to undo the straps around each of his limbs. You go back to the counter and reach under into a cabinet, pulling out an animal crate for him. There was mesh over the door making it hard to see inside. You bring the crate over to the table and finally remove the mask from his face, lifting him up and setting him inside the crate. It was big enough for him and for his pillow and candle, so you bring him over to the counter and put both items inside. You take off your face mask and leave the room with Rem on the counter. You begin to change into some more casual clothes in the other room, ones without any blood stains as you also clean yourself off at the sink. Soon, you re-enter the room, Rem is still fast asleep in the cage as you grab it and begin to head out to the streets of New York. Rem’s hideout was just a few minutes away and you walk there with ease. You enter the building and begin to head to the top floor where his hideout was. The door was unlocked for you, and as you open it, you enter into silence. You open the cage and bring out Rem’s pillow and candle, leaving them on the floor near the door as you pull him out of the cage as well, setting him down gently on top of his pillow for him to sleep.
With that, you begin to leave the building, knowing Rem would soon wake. Waking from his slumber, Rem would think of the past events as just a terrible nightmare, one he would soon realise was a reality once he checks his chest for the scars. You leave and after a few minutes of walking come back to your operating room. It was a mess now from the fun you had with the little creature. You stand for a minute just to look over every stain of blue blood left on the table, reminiscing over the time you had. But, for now, it was time to clean and prepare for your next subject.