WARNING
This story may contain topics not suitable for all ages and mindsets.
It contains (not only): Feral character, kidnapping, non-con, synth-feral action, m-m, latex, bondage, watersports, drugs, permanent, piercing, forced, fucktoy
WARNING

Some info on Ferolux:
He wasn’t always an anthropomorphic jaguar, but started as a human sorcerer/CIFfer. (CIF is a special kind of magic in his homeworld)
During a big planet-wide magical event, he got ripped out of his own body and got transferred into a feral Jaguar, where he existed as a passenger for many years...

Personal dark-ages
a story by Ferolux

It happened again.
Some sort of portal opened and suddenly Ferolux found himself somewhere else.
While he still tried to understand what happened and why, his body and it’s feral mind panicked and ran off through the woods.
“You stupid animal!”, Ferolux thought to himself as the trees and bushes passed with extreme speed while he tried to remember the spot where the portal had dropped them.

The good thing about being stuck in a feral Jaguar: He was a big and strong predator.
The bad thing about being stuck in a feral Jaguar: Although he could feel every molecule of the body, he still didn’t manage to communicate with the feral mind inside it or even take over the body.
To make it even worse, he couldn’t manage to use his cif-magic.
He felt like a parasite latched onto the brain, forced to watch whatever happened to him.
He really was stuck in a bad spot and didn’t even remember how long it had been already.
It was probably 2 years ago that he had regained consciousness. He couldn’t tell how long he was dormant in the Jaguar's body before that.

It didn’t matter now. The damn animal was so panicked that it just ran and ran until the heart told it to stop because of severe pain and lack of oxygen.
When it had finally happened Ferolux had completely lost track of where the feral jaguar had gone.
No way to figure out a way back to the portal, even if he managed to get control over the body.
His heart was racing and the vision was blurred with every beat of it.
The feral brain finally gave in to the body’s desires and was laying down between the tall trees and bushes.
Slowly it went back to normal breathing and the muscles cooled down.
Suddenly there was pain on the right shoulder and the jaguar jumped and ran again.
Only a few steps later Ferolux could feel how everything went numb and dizzy.
“Oh shit!” was the only thought he had when the jaguar dropped to the floor both feral mind and Ferolux’ presence sent off into a deep dreamless sleep.

The first thing Ferolux felt were his claws trying to pull and rip on something hard.
Apparently the feral mind had gotten consciousness before he did and was fighting against a sturdy cage that barely was big enough for the big cat to fit in.
The cat was enraged, trying to bite the cage, trying to rip it open, growling at it and everyone.
It wasn’t only the capture and enclosed space that was troubling him. Ferolux also felt the pain of the shoulder and hunger.
Even though Ferolux couldn’t do anything, he soon was enraged as well.
Shouting and fighting internally but not even managing to reach the feral mind let alone move a single muscle.
There were two mechanical creatures standing in front of the cage talking to each other in an unknown language.
“What do they want with me? LET ME OUT!”, he continued shouting while the feral part kept fighting.
The two creatures exchanged something, then one of them stepped closer to the cage bowed down to it and said something to the jaguar that could’ve been anything.
But the creature seemed to smile at them while it made a gesture.
Pain, then darkness.
The narcotics seemed to be much stronger and knocked the big cat out before Ferolux could even make a thought about it.

When Ferolux woke up again, he felt weak and dizzy. Apparently the feral mind felt the same as the jaguar was barely keeping itself on its legs and had trouble keeping the eyes open.
“What the fuck?”, Ferolux thought and it felt like it took ages to produce the three words in his mind.
The little moments where the feral mind managed to keep the eyes open, he tried to analyse the room they were in.
It was a well lit room mostly made from metal.
There were racks with weird shiny fabric hanging from them, shelves with all kinds of unknown objects and some tables he was too small to look onto.
It was all something Ferolux had never seen before. It deviated from the world he used to know.
The wooden huts and stone castles he used to live in felt somewhat warm and comfortable. This metal room was all cold and scary.
He heard voices speaking in a foreign language again and suddenly lost his eyesight.
Something was pressed onto his eyes just when the feral mind had opened them.
It was black and soft when it touched the eye, making the jaguar squeeze his eyes shut as a reflex even though it wasn’t painful at all.
Then it spread out covering the front of the eyeball, leaving him in complete darkness even when the feral mind managed to overcome the reflex again.
To his surprise the material didn’t cause any discomfort at all and the drugs apparently kept the jaguar from panicking too much.
Ferolux himself was a different mind though.
“FUCK FUUUCK! what the fuck?! let me go!”, he tried to shout but as always not a single muscle would listen to him.

Something cold was sprayed onto the jaguars body. The liquid quickly got warm and crawled through the fur.
His body shivered for a second as it was somewhat of a tickling sensation.
Something grabbed his front right leg, lifting it up a bit, while something cold and tight was pulled over it and the liquid in his fur.
Apparently it was some sort of tight band that ended up as high on the leg as it could go. Once it was left alone, the area got really warm for some seconds.
A strange and unknown scent entered the cat's nostrils. Neither Ferolux, nor the feral mind had ever smelled something like it,
but even though they both were scared and enraged, the scent felt good to them.
More such bands were placed on his other legs as well as just above the wrists and ankles.
Even the tail got 3 tight bands fixed on it.
More voices joined the ones already talking somewhere in the darkness.
One of them sounded like it was laughing.
Suddenly the jaguar's body was ravaged by a jolt of pain emanating from all the bands, making him instantly drop to the floor.
Even with the drugs Ferolux and the feral mind instantly tried to fight against something.
The feral mind managed to lift the body up just a tiny bit, when they were shocked again, followed by more laughing.
“Basterds!” Ferolux thought as he quickly learned they wanted him to keep down.
The feral part didn’t learn fast at all.
“No! don’t get up…”, he shouted internally, but he didn’t even finish the thought before another burst of pain surged through the body.
The laughing got less after some painful minutes of the feral mind learning what not to do. The whole body was hurting when the jaguar finally stayed on the floor.
Ferolux could feel that the feral mind was still enraged, like he himself was, but both realised that currently there was nothing they could do.
The complete darkness didn’t help to relax either.

Once the jaguar had learned to stay down and not move, they grabbed the paws again, squeezing them into cold and tight sleeves.
The material quickly adjusted to the body's temperature when it moved up the legs.
The tight squeeze on the paws got even tighter when the material went towards the shoulders and hips, until the paw slipped into a slightly larger pocket.
The mechanical fingers of the captors squeezed the paw inside the sleeve until each digit and claw entered its own form-fitting pocket.
Once a paw was done and released, the feral mind tried to scratch over the floor and get the material off of them, but the material didn’t even budge one bit.
The claws would still come out of the paws when trying to grab something, but with the strange material they just slipped off of every surface.
Thick material covered the paw pads, but still allowed it to get most of the traction they normally had. So at least it would be possible to walk, Ferolux thought to himself.
He didn’t believe it would really matter though.

After all paws and legs were covered, the strange creatures again talked in their language.
Only a few words later multiple mechanical hands pushed the jaguar down to the floor and pinned down the head.
Even drugged, the feral mind offered lots of resistance. For some reason they didn’t use the painful jolts on him this time though.
When a new scent entered the jaguar's nostrils, Ferolux felt how the resistance got weaker and his own thoughts slowed down even more.
Everything became even more dizzy than it already was. The body almost completely relaxed and gave up all resistance to the hands.
Ferolux and the feral mind didn’t completely fade out, but it felt like the body was separated from them,
like every order that went from brain to the muscles had to cross through quicksand before reaching the target.

Most of the hands retracted. Only two on the head were left.
They changed position and raised the heavy jaguar head from the floor.
Breathing was slow.
The scent was still present. It was a nice scent. Like flowers, but different.
Ferolux wasn’ sure anymore if the eyes were closed, or if it was still the black material they had put on the eyes. It all felt strange, except for the legs and paws.
The legs and paws felt warm, tight, and just right.
They felt as if they were perfectly normal and the rest of the body was weird.
Ferolux didn’t want the rest of the body to feel weird.
The feral mind seemed to feel that way as well, but it was not understanding anything of all this.
Ferolux couldn’t read it’s thoughts, because it didn’t think like he did. But he could feel certain feelings and reactions.
The head was heavy.

The voices returned for a second, then something was pushed into the jaguars ears.
It went as deep into the ears as it possibly could, then evenly spread out through the whole canal, blocking every last sound from the outside.
“fuck…”, Ferolux spelled out in his slow thought, but all he was left with was darkness and silence.
When suddenly the nostrils were blocked, the jaguar panicked and opened its mouth to be able to breathe.
As soon as it was open, the nostrils were unblocked and something that tasted weird was pushed between the teeth to hold the mouth open.
The head was slowly dropped onto something hard and fixed onto it with some straps over the center of it.
Only seconds after, it felt like tiny metal hands were walking over the tongue and deeper into the open mouth.
Once they reached the palate, the gag-reflex was triggered. The jaguar's body ried to get rid of it, but wasn’t really able to puke at all.
There was a short pain at the palate, then the reflex seemed to be gone as the body relaxed.

Lubed tubes were pushed into the nostrils just seconds after a bigger tube entered the mouth along whatever was holding what Ferolux thought of as tiny hands.
There was no gagging reflex when the thick tube passed the palate and continued it’s way down towards the stomach.
It was a strange feeling and it cut off the jaguar's ability to breathe until the tiny hands maneuvered the tubes from the nose around the mouth tube and further down towards the lungs.
Breathing returned as the tiny hands pulled out.
Both nose and mouth tubes still went further down into the body. Breathing was easy and the tubes still allowed the jaguar to smell the scent of the drugs.
The mouthtube was a softer and more flexible material that seemed to line the whole mouth from the inside.
Once fully inserted, it covered the teeth and even the fangs, rendering them useless, while the jaguar's tongue got it’s own cover so it would still be able to move freely.
Whatever held the mouth open was removed.
The feral mind closed the mouth immediately and tried to get rid of the new lining, but everything was fixed in place like it was the natural body.
The weird and alchemical taste disappeared and the jaguar's mouth didn’t taste anything unnatural anymore.
A few seconds later there was a weird feeling inside the body and Ferolux guessed that they did something to the tubes to stay locked inside the stomach and lungs.

He didn’t understand what was going on.
What were those machines doing to him and why.
Even though he was drugged, he still thought about it, panicked, everything was feeling so weird.
The drugs were taking their toll on him and the new tight material felt somewhat good and bad at the same time.
It was all confusing, especially because he had lost hearing and sight.
there wasn’t anything he could do anyway, because he had no control over this body, but not getting outside information made it even harder on him.
His head was released from the straps holding it down and lifted up again.
Something was pushed against the nose tubes, then against the mouthpiece.
Whatever it was, it snapped onto those tubes. He could feel how it fused together.
Then something as tight as on the legs was pulled over the head.
The material slipped over the short fur that was still covered in the liquid the mechanical creatures applied earlier.
The jaguars ears were pushed into their own little pockets when the material passed them.
The further it went down towards his back, the more it pushed on the tubes in the nose as well as the sleeve in the mouth.
Once the material passed the head and sat nicely on the neck, it got warm for some seconds.
Then Ferolux and the feral mind felt like it belonged to the body.
Just like the legs before it, it felt natural.
Ferolux was still panicked, but somehow he couldn’t stop to think that the rest of his body needed that material on it as well.
The feral mind moved the cat’s ears and the new skin didn’t hinder the movements, but it didn’t change anything about not hearing anything.

Hands grabbed the body and lifted the jaguar up onto its feet, then more hands joined and lifted him into the air.
Of course the feral mind tried to move and get down, but this time the jolts of pain came quick and hard.
Once he stopped moving on it’s own, the hands changed positions and something was pulled over the hind-legs.
It was loose at first, but got tighter once most of the legs had passed through.
The tail was grabbed and pulled through a tight hole until only a short sleeve covered the base.
Hands changed their position more often than Ferolux’ drugged mind could count and the tight material covered more and more of his body.
The front legs were also pulled through holes,then the material soon rested on the neck.
Overlapping on the other sections, the new material on the body got warm for a second, sending shivers down the jaguars spine.
Even though both the feral mind and Ferolux couldn’t stop panicking because of what they did to them against their will, their body felt more natural now.
The tight embrace gave some comfort.
It didn’t take long until the cat was set onto its feet again, then the tail got its cover and the jaguar's body felt completely natural again.
It helped a little bit to relax, but it was only a small drop of water on a hot stone.

Hands grabbed the jaguar, dropped him to the floor and turned him over until he was lying on his back.
without hesitation they grabbed his balls and sheath and maneuvered everything into its own little pockets.
Ferolux felt as if the testicles got an extra tight squeeze of the material.
The body’s reaction was foretellable and soon the dick started to poke out of its sheath.
The hands guided it into its own pocket and massaged it until the pocket was fully filled by his manhood.
The barbs of the feline dick seemed to also have their own little pockets as the material became like a second skin.
He could feel how his hornyness spiked and how the feral mind got overwhelmed by it.
It started to try and fuck the sinthetic hands that were working on the dick.
It almost felt like it was a reflex, but Ferolux thought he could feel pleasure in the feral mind.

“No no no!”, Ferolux shouted in his slow thoughts, when the hands stopped to massage the dick and instead began to push some lubed tube into the urethra.
It gave a burning feeling and pain surged through the dick as the urethra was stretched by the soft tube.
the feral mind panicked, but jolts of pain from the bands under the new skin made him stop and endure what the hands were doing.
The tube slipped deeper and deeper into the penis on it’s way towards the bladder.
Ferolux could feel a tight passage deep inside him, where the tube had to push through.
The sensation was weird as it both felt like he had to pee and that his hornyness spiked, making the dick twitch in its new skin.
Another tight area deeper inside his body was penetrated by the tube and Ferolux felt how his urine was starting to flow through the tube.
Once inside the bladder, the tube inflated and locked itself inside.
Hands retracted from the dick for some seconds, while the bladder emptied itself, then something cold and hard was pushed over the erect dick.
It was a tight fit, but it slipped easily over the new skin.
Some fingers spread the dick’s sheath a bit, so the cold metal could be seated inside it and against the very base of the jaguars dick.
In its final position, the slightly larger and barbed tip of the penis plopped into a perfectly fitting part of the cage and the tube connected with the metal.

Ferolux felt the feral mind whine because it felt helpless, and he himself was enraged and felt violated, but there was nothing he could do.
He understood that, even while drugged and it actually gave him some relaxation, as those mechanical creatures wouldn’t go through all this just to harm him.
His thoughts were interrupted when his balls were squeezed into another piece of tight metal.
Once inside, they connected the two cages with some more metal parts and fixed it to the new skin.
Ferolux’ dick was throbbing inside its prison when they were all done.
But just a second after the hands let go of the new cages, multiple needles thrust themselves into the jaguar's body around the base of the genitals, fixing it in place permanently.
It was very painful and he could feel how they seemed to spread out their heads once inside.
Ferolux immediately understood that now there was no way this thing would come off any time soon.

The feral mind was overwhelmed by the pain and Ferolux could feel it was somewhere lost between fear and anger.
The drugs made it hard to focus on the feral mind, but he was distracted by something pushing against his pucker anyway.
Something thick and slippery was slowly pushed into his rump.
it slipped deeper and deeper, wiggling its path through the sphincters and curves of the colon.
It felt endless. It just continued on and on into his body.
When it finally stopped, Ferolux thought that his whole colon would be covered.
His tailhole warmed up for a second and he knew that he had the right intuition.

The hands rolled him over and put him back onto his feet, but when the feral mind tried to run off blindly, another jolt of pain, now also through his genitals sent the cat onto the floor.
Ferolux felt some pain when the metal caged genitals hit the floor, but thankfully it soon disappeared again.
He was put onto his feet again, this time not moving one bit.
Only now he realised the erection wasn’t dying down as it usually would.
The needles and cage somehow kept him erect and horny.
He cursed the captors.
Something was put onto his back. He felt straps hanging down on either side of his body as well as in the back and towards the neck and head.
The straps were fastened tightly, but Ferolux couldn’t feel any buckles on them.
The Harness slowly took shape, embracing his body tightly, lifting his tail just a bit with one strap, while two passed alongside his genitals just to connect to the harness on the belly.
The straps towards the neck were still loose, when a wide and heavy collar was fixed around his neck.
It was heavy and tight, but not too tight.
There were multiple “clicks” he felt when it was closed on the back, then the straps were guided over the shoulders, crossing in the front and connecting to the harness on the belly.
A single strap went over the center of the head and ended in a tubed nose-hook.
It was pushed into the tubes, spreading his nose a bit more, then the strap was pulled tight, making him lift his head a bit more and keeping it up.

something more heavy was put onto his back and connected with the harness. When the feral mind moved a bit, Ferolux could feel that it was a tank filled with a liquid.
Again something was done to his nose, and shortly after, the nice scent of the drugs were replaced by a very disgusting scent that made him want to puke.
The puking reflex didn’t trigger though, and all the feral mind could do was breathe this disgusting gas.
The feral mind shook the head, trying to get rid of it, but strong hands stopped the movements.
They did something to the mouthpiece and with a silent whirring and vibration on the collar, Ferolux felt how his stomach was filled with liquid until he was not hungry anymore.
After feeding was done, another connection was made to the mouthpiece and once the whirring and vibration on the collar started,
he could taste his own urine when it was dispersed into his mouth and ran down toward the stomach.
The feral mind opened the mouth and tried to puke the urine out, but the jolt of pain the capturers triggered made him close it again and drink the warm urine.
Ferolux could feel how the collar got lighter and lighter until the whirring and vibrations stopped.
He cursed his captors, but the disgusting taste in his mouth as well as the disgusting smell made it very hard to focus his thoughts.
The scent was probably still drugged, but now that he was unable to fight it, they didn’t have to use the good smelling fumes.
The jaguar was still fighting the new ordeals, when something pushed against his rump and without hesitation spread his pucker open just to thrust deep into the untrained hole.
The feral mind as well as Ferolux tried to shout in surprise and in pain, but not a single sound left the sleeved mouth.
The object pulled out and thrust again, repeating it over and over, fucking the helpless jaguars butt relentlessly.
Without warning His head was pulled back by the center strap, automatically opening the mouth enough for another dick, so much Ferolux guessed already, to forcefully enter and start fucking him.

The two big dicks ravaged both orifices. The jaguar felt the stretching pain, but luckily it was much more bearable than the jolts he received earlier.
Both capturers speed up after a short while and with some deeper thrusts in the end, shot warm liquid deep into the cat.
He immediately tasted the salty thick liquid in his mouth. It was disgusting.
It didn’t seem to stop. That dick kept throbbing and pumping until both of them were pulled out simultaneously, letting the jaguar drop to the floor, leaking almost white liquid from both holes.

Any person being present would see a shiny black latex jaguar, breathing heavily, exhaling a puff of greenish gas with every breath while two pools of cum were building up at the head and rump.
Any person being present would know that these were only the first of many dicks to come.
Any person being present would use the jaguar as they see fit.
Any person being present would know it would take years to train the new pet, but its tongue would finally be able to give the best pleasure one could wish for.

The end?