“So, wait, you want to put robots in my…” Koby gestured vaguely towards his groin, thankfully covered by a hospital gown. His doctor, a monitor lizard in an immaculate white lab coat, looked at him with an even, thoroughly clinical expression. “Nanorobots, yes.” Doctor Yates stared down at the clipboard in his hands, tapping a pen against its side idly. “The cutting edge of medical research. Now that they’ve passed the initial testing stage and we’ve confirmed they’re safe, we’re starting to roll them out in field tests.” Yates’ tongue flicked out of his mouth, tasting the air before rapidly retreating back. Koby averted his eyes, more than a little put off by the instinctive action. He didn’t have anything against scaly folk, but they made him… uneasy. When the doctor’s eyes shifted back up from his clipboard, he reluctantly looked back at the lizard, raising a paw to scratch at his cheek. “Ferrets, along with most mammals, have been given the go ahead. If you accept, we can have you out of here in less than two hours.” The doctor clicked the pen open, twirling it around between two clawed, scaly fingers. “But, of course, this is a thoroughly experimental procedure. You are free to decline, and we can pursue other forms of treatment.” “What kind of forms would those be?” Koby asked, hands tightening around his thighs, the thin paper of his hospital gown letting out a crinkle. “Well, considering this seems to be a case of overflow incontinence resistant to the usual medications, it’s likely that the only alternative left would be surgery.” That tongue flitted out again, accentuating both his words and Koby’s discomfort. “Either that, or you’d need to regularly self-catheterize to ensure your bladder is completely emptied.” Koby swallowed around the lump in his throat. Neither of those options sounded particularly appealing to him, especially with the lizard staring at him with those cold eyes as he described them. “I’ll take the first one,” he mumbled. “Wonderful,” said the doctor, jotting down a few words and checking a few boxes on the sheet attached to his clipboard before turning towards the door. “If you’ll just follow me, then?” Koby hopped off of the edge of the examination table he’d been seated on, bare paws slapping on the linoleum floor as he followed the reptile out into the hallway. The hall was in that strange state of orderly chaos typical of all hospitals. Nurses, doctors, and all other manner of medical professionals dashed about, trying to look slightly less frantic than they really were, some transporting patients in various states of unhealth. All the while, there was a steady background of medical machinery, chattering personnel, and murmuring patients. “This way, please.” Yates’ voice nudged Koby back to reality, and the ferret scampered after him, trying not to look into any of the rooms they passed by lest he see something that he’d rather forget. It didn’t take them long to reach their destination, yet another doctor’s office. This one, however, had a desk with a computer on top, jammed somewhat crudely into the corner of the room. It was a rather standard looking affair, aside from the dual monitor setup, both screens clustered with windows that he couldn’t quite make out the contents of. A crow sat in front of the desk on an office chair, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Doctor Blaese,” said Yates, drawing a surprised squawk out of the bird, feathers ruffling on the back of his neck. He quickly minimized whatever document he’d been typing and spun around to face the lizard. “This is Koby Davis, one of the patients eligible for nanobot treatment I told you about earlier?” Blaese clicked his beak excitedly. “Right! The ferret!” He got up from his seat, but hardly took two steps towards them before stopping, blinking and cocking his head slightly. “Wait, one moment.” Spinning around his heels, he leaned over the back of his chair, clicking and typing rapidly. Forms and menus flashed across the screen, then a series of faces flew by, a picture of Koby’s own scrolling by and then expanding to fill a good quarter of the screen. More typing and clicking, and soon the printer just to the side of the computer was whirring loudly, spitting out five sheets of paper. Blaese grabbed them and spun back around, offering the stack of papers to Koby. “You’ll need to sign these.” Koby stared at the papers in awe, paws reaching up to take them. The entire thing was covered from border to border in dense legalese, single spaced in what couldn’t be more than six point font, barely even legible. At the top were the words ‘informed consent form’, in bold, capital letters. “What is all this?” Koby asked, squinting at the words, trying to parse what half of them even meant. “That’s just a couple forms saying that you understand that this is an experimental procedure, that we can’t be held accountable for any possible side effects, that we have the right to collect diagnostic information via the nanobots, that kinda thing.” As he spoke, Blaese checked his talons for dirt, like this was all routine to him. Then again, Kody thought, it probably was. What was a life altering procedure for him was just another day at work for this guy. “Diagnostics? Like, spying?” The crow chuckled. “Oh, no! They’ll only be able to send stuff like blood pressure, heart rate, medical stuff. No microphones, or anything like that.” Koby wasn’t completely sure how he felt about every detail of his body being sent back to the hospital, but it was still better than the alternative. “Alright, I guess.” Blaese held out a pen, and he took it, scribbling his initials and signature in all the indicated places. As soon as he’d made the last stroke, the crow snatched the papers from his hands, sliding them into a Manila folder which disappeared into a drawer as he sat down in front of his desk. “Nice. Sit on the table and we’ll get started.” Koby turned towards it, a jolt running through him when he saw Yates still standing behind him, watching silently. Breaking eye contact, he hopped up on the edge of the table, tail thumping against it restlessly. “Alright, gimme a second, here,” Blaese said, eyes focused intently on the screen as he typed. A green grid on a black background filled the screen, before a wire-frame model of what he assumed was a nanobot filled the screen. It looked like a cylinder with six little legs sticking out of the bottom, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the viruses he’d been taught about back in high school biology. While he worked, Blaese mumbled under his breath, “Gotta calibrate the quantum memory matrix with the correct polymeric filament sequence...” Koby had absolutely no idea what that meant, but judging from the lines of equations scrolling across the screen, it had to be pretty important. Just as quickly as he’d started, Blaese had finished, rolling back from the desk with an accomplished sigh. He dipped a hand into yet another desk drawer and pulled out a small vial of grey liquid, thick and metallic like quicksilver, with ‘A7’ written on it in red marker. “Alright, that part’s done. All calibrated.” “What, really?” Koby said, looking at him in astonishment. Yates seemed to be surprised, too, as far as he could read the lizard’s expression. “Yeah, they’re WiFi enabled, they’re pretty easy to configure.” Blaese rolled the vial between his fingers, looking over his shoulder at Koby with an expression that he found all too eager. “Ready for installation?” “Err…” Koby looked over at Yates, but rather than the glance of nervous suspicion he’d given him before, this time he was silently pleading for the doctor to do something. The lizard looked back at him, and he could swear that he saw the corners of his mouth twitch up in a smile before he slowly turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Across the room, Blaese whirled around with a wild look in his eye, a Foley catheter gripped tightly in one hand. --- Koby sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as the last inch of the catheter slipped out of him, claws digging into the edge of the table. Moving aside, Blaese pushed down on the pedal of the medical waste bin in the corner with a talon, flipping open the lid. He dropped the still dripping catheter in and stepped off, letting the lid fall back into place with a thunk. “And we’re done. That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Koby refrained from answering, instead gripping between his legs with both hands, like he could fix the burning line of pain running through his body by pressing down hard enough. “Oh, come on,” scoffed Blaese, clicking his beak in such a way that Koby couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be soothing or mocking. “It’s not that bad. Alright, let’s see… refrain from urinating for the next half hour, try to avoid strong magnetic fields, and drink plenty of water. Oh, and any discomfort should subside over the next hour or two.” Hour or two? Koby groaned. --- Koby pushed open the front door of his apartment with a sigh, two fingers gripped around the neck of an empty water bottle. It had taken about an hour and a half to drive back from the hospital, and by the time he’d gotten home, the sun was just starting to set. The long drive, on top of having to deal with the healthcare system, had left him exhausted. Still, it could be worse, he mused. At least the burning had subsided about halfway through the trip, and he hadn’t experienced any… leakage, since his treatment. Dumping the bottle in the trash, Koby opened the fridge and grabbed a fresh one, relishing the feeling of the cool plastic against his hands. Cargo in hand, Koby trundled off towards his room, bumping open the door with a shoulder and making his way towards his desk. He slumped down into his computer chair, setting his drink down on a coaster before taking a moment to stare at his currently blank monitor. His mind wandered back to the crow doctor and his double screen setup. Getting another monitor would be a really cool idea, he thought. Two monitors. Imagine. Smiling slightly, Koby stretched out and pushed the power button on his computer tower, listening to the fans and hard drive start to whirr to life. As the manufacturer’s logo flashed across the screen, quickly giving way to the operating system, he unscrewed the cap from his water bottle and took a sip. He wasn’t particularly thirsty, but, doctor’s orders. Clicking about, he made his way to his desktop and stared at the slew of icons covering it. There was a rough order to it, with shortcuts to games in the bottom left corner, programs in the top right, a hodgepodge of random files in the bottom right, and the recycling bin sitting all alone up in the top left. His cursor hovered over them, drifting around lazily. He kind of wanted to play something, but none of the games there looked appealing, Koby having already beaten everything there twice over at least. There was always the option of mindlessly surfing the Internet, but he felt like doing something a little more engaging than that, he just didn’t know what. Exhaling slowly, he drummed his fingers on his keyboard, wracking his brain for something to do. His contemplation was interrupted by a happy ping from his speakers. Looking back up at the screen, Koby saw a small, white message box in the corner of his screen. New mail, and it wasn’t even spam. Clicking the alert, he leaned forward, squinting at the window that filled his screen. “Please click this.” That was all it was, a single line of blue text, a link leading to who knew what. It wasn’t from any address he recognized, the domain just a scramble of random letters and numbers. The email didn’t even have a title. Koby stared at those three short words. Clearly, it must’ve slipped past his spam filter somehow. The obvious course of action was to delete it immediately and forget it, but as he moved his cursor towards the little trash can icon, he hesitated. As stupid as it was, he kind of wanted to click the link and find out what it was. He hovered his cursor over it, and a tooltip appeared. “Please”. Well, he figured whoever had sent it deserved points for courtesy, if nothing else. With an amused smirk, Koby clicked the link. The monitor filled with white as his browser opened, a little blue circle spinning away in the top of the screen as it loaded the page. Then, it stopped, freezing in place as the speakers started to emit a low tone. Worried, Koby tried wiggling the mouse, but the cursor stayed frozen in place. His entire system had locked up. That worry quickly graduated into full on fear as dozens of black windows started appearing all over his desktop, each one running through a block of commands and flooding his screen with a wall of terminal output before closing again. None of Koby’s clicks registered, nothing he did had any effect no matter how hard he mashed his keyboard. Panicked, Koby jumped out of his chair and hunched over his computer tower, hand reaching for the power button— “Touch anything and your files are gone.” Koby froze. The voice was strange and distorted, like it’d been run through a voice changer, but more important than how it sounded was what it’d said. With seemingly everything having been digitized, it was dangerous to lose your files, especially if you were the type of person who kept putting off making backups. Silently cursing, Koby slowly backed away from the computer and lowered himself back into his chair. “Oh, good, you can listen!” Looking above his monitor, Koby saw the LED on his webcam glowing red, that huge robotic eye pointed directly at him. He stared at it, feeling sweat drip down the fur of his neck. “Yes, I can see you, little ferret. Now, you sit there while I poke through your network.” Seeing no option but to do as he was told, Koby sat, squirming in his chair while his tail flicked back and forth behind him. He could hear the hacker humming and keys clacking as he did whatever it was he was doing. Those sounds of typing suddenly cut off as the hacker gave off a little gasp, quickly followed by a coo of delight. “Ooh! What’s this, then?” There was far too much excitement in their voice for Koby’s tastes, and his stomach turned over in dreadful anticipation of what was causing it. “It seems a device on your network is responding on port 10112. Now, that’s strange, isn’t it? As far as I know, the only thing out there that uses that port are those new experimental nanobots.” Koby clenched his jaw, his whole body starting to shake slightly, but didn’t make a sound. He didn’t want to say anything that might help whoever this was find something that could hurt him. Though, by the sounds of it, they didn’t need any help to do that. “I can’t believe there are people out there stupid enough to think that having always-online robots inside of their body is a good idea!” The hacker scoffed. “Then again, you’re stupid enough to click on strange links from people you don’t know, so I suppose it’s not all that surprising.” “Shut up!” Koby shouted, the anger in his words somewhat tempered by the sound of his voice cracking. Embarrassed, he turned his head from the webcam, staring intently at the floor. Distorted laughter boomed through his speakers. “Oh, you’re adorable,” said the hacker, letting out one last chuckle. “Let’s see, what are these nanobots for, exactly…” There was more typing, then silence. It lasted only a moment before his room was filled with the sound of cackling, loud enough to make him cringe. “Oh my God!” A dull thumping echoed through his speakers, like someone banging on a table with their fist. “Holy shit! Incontinence? You piss yourself?” Koby bared his teeth while his face flushed under his fur, but the sight of his fangs did nothing to silence the laughter. “What do you even want?” Koby stared into the webcam as he spoke, making eye contact with whatever Internet criminal it was that’d decided to ruin his night. His face burned with embarrassment, but he pushed through it. “What do you get out of this?” “The opportunity to teach someone a lesson about proper cybersecurity?” They said it like a question, but Koby was sure they weren’t looking for an answer. “Y’know, the firmware on these nanobot things is notoriously bad. Security holes everywhere. The password input isn’t even sanitized! Stand up, I’ll demonstrate.” Koby stayed seated, glaring into the webcam with the most hateful look that he could muster. After a few seconds of this standoff, the hacker cleared their throat loudly, the sound distorted almost beyond recognition but still managing to convey clear intent. “I said stand up, unless you’ve decided your files aren’t worth saving.” As degrading as it was, if he wanted a chance at getting his files back in one piece, he had no choice but to obey. Grumbling, he rolled the chair back and got to his feet. “The doctors probably told you that these things collect data, diagnostics, whatever. What they don’t tell you is that connection is two way.” As they spoke, Koby could hear the hacker typing, the clacking of keys sounding like the firing of a machine gun. Appropriate enough: he felt like he was lined up for a firing squad. “Supposed to be a secure way to update firmware and such. Not as secure as they’d like to think, though. Step back a little bit, would you?” Anger giving way to grudging compliance, Koby did as he was told, walking backwards until the distorted voice of the hacker chimed in again. “Perfect, right there is good.” Suddenly, the frustration bubbling inside Koby swept away by an even stronger sensation. A nearly overwhelming need to urinate, coming on so suddenly and with such force that a whine forced its way past his lips. “You know, these nanobots are very general purpose,” the hacker said, their calm and mildly amused voice a firm counterpoint to Koby’s hunched, tense posture. “Yours were programmed to reinforce the detrusor muscle, amplify the feedback of some nerves, weaken others. “But, change a few integers, add a few lines of code…” Koby heard that frenzied typing again, and was nearly forced to his knees as the urge coursing through him doubled in intensity. It felt like his bladder was going to explode, and he let out a groan of discomfort, hands clasping over his groin in an effort to contain himself. “And that’s only the surface of what I can do with these.” He heard the click of a mouse, and as suddenly as it’d come, the feeling of fullness was gone. Glancing up at the webcam pointed at him and realising his compromising position, Koby straightened his posture and removed his hands from between his legs. Just as he did so, though, that click sounded again, and he let out a sharp yip as his bladder filled right back up. “Haha, wow, this is fun!” He let out a low growl at the amused voice of the hacker, although it was doubtful microphone could pick it up with him bent over double like this, knees shaking as he struggled to hold his bladder. “Hey, I got an idea. How about I keep upping the power on these things until you pop? Does that sound good to you?” “No!” Koby replied, voice sounding strangled as every muscle in his body tensed in an effort to keep him from bursting. “Aw, really?” The hacker’s voice was thick with concern, like they really cared about how he felt. In a second, that concern was gone, replaced with familiar flippancy. “Well, too bad!” Koby clenched down even harder as the need to go started to gradually increase in intensity, like someone was slowly pumping his bladder fuller and fuller, drip by drip. Never had he felt something like this before, and he let out a choked whine, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he tried desperately to fight off the inevitable. “Oh, gotta have this,” the hacker murmured, seconds before the sounds of a babbling brook started to play over the speakers. At any other point, it might’ve been pleasant. Right now, the sound of rushing water made him want to scream. He would’ve, if he wasn’t sure the effort would make him leak right then and there. “I don’t even know why you’re holding back, really,” the hacker mused, taking on a soothing tone that only made Koby despise them more. “It’s gonna happen anyway. Might as well get it over with, right?” “S-shush,” Koby hissed, the effort needed to speak even a single word forcing a drop of liquid out of him, quickly wicked up by his underwear. “Dang. Well, I’m impatient, so— boosh! Max power!” Koby went stiff as an iron rod as what had already felt like a nearly impossible amount of urine inside of him suddenly doubled, everything in his body locking up in one final bid to hold off the tide. It lasted a whole three seconds before the dam finally broke, a slow trickle of urine starting to dribble out of him. “Nooo,” the ferret moaned, fingers gripping tighter around himself, hoping he could somehow will himself to stop. But now that the flow had started, slowing it down seemed an impossible task. All that he succeeded in doing was soaking the fur on his hands with the stuff, and he pulled them away, exposing the rapidly expanding wet spot on his pants to the camera. “Ooh, nice,” the hacker said, dragging out the last syllable with relish. He let out alternating sighs of relief and whines of embarrassment as what the trickle turned into a full on stream, his bladder emptying itself as forcefully as it could despite his wishes. His underwear held it back for only a moment before it was fully saturated with the stuff, and he could feel it dribbling down his legs, soaking every inch of fur as it went. All the while, the hiss of urine gushing against fabric filled his ears. “I can hear it, you know. It’s loud enough that even your crappy mic can pick it up. You really had to go, didn’t you?” The voice didn’t even sound mocking, it was almost sincere. That made it so, so much worse. Koby felt like he was on the verge of tears as a puddle started to form at his feet, his pant legs already sopping wet, unable to hold another drop of the stuff. After what felt like an eternity of relief and agony, although it couldn’t have been more than a minute, it finally started to slow down. The deluge gradually lessened until it was only a weak dribble, then nothing, leaving him standing there soaked with wet heat and feeling absolutely mortified. He wanted to crawl inside a hole and die, and the only thing preventing him from doing so was the sword of his files being held over his head by the stranger who’d forced him to piss himself. “Now, I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson,” the hacker said, a chastising tone in their voice, like they were lecturing a child. “Can you tell me what you’ve learned?” “Don’t click strange links in spam emails,” Koby mumbled, sniffling. “That’s right, and…” The hacker trailed off, and Koby’s eyes shot open, a chill running down his spine. “Wait a minute.” Oh no. “Pull down your pants.” Koby raised his trembling hands and tugged down his jeans, revealing a bulge concealed by a pair of red briefs, clinging to his skin and dripping. “Underwear, too!” Slowly, like he’d been asked to cut off his own nose, Koby peeled away the soaked garment. His sheath poked out over the elastic, beige fur giving way to pink flesh, halfway extended and slick with more than just urine. “Oh my fuck, you have a boner! You’re getting off to this!” That awful, frenzied laughter poured out of his speakers again, everyone of of those hyena-like cackles making him feel that much worse. The shame he’d felt as little as ten seconds ago didn’t hold a candle to what he was feeling now. He buried his head in his hands, not even caring about the moisture he could feel smearing across his cheeks and forehead. “Well, if you’re enjoying yourself so much, feel free to give me a little show!” The hacker’s words peppered with snickers and their voice was strained, a thin veneer of control ready to slip back into laughter at any moment. Still covering his face, Koby shook his head. He didn’t care about the files anymore. He just wanted all of this to stop. “You sure? Well, that’s fine. I prepared a little something while you were preoccupied,” the hacker tittered, the ominous sound of keys clacking filling the room once again. Koby lowered his hands and looked up, a mix of horror and dread on his face. That look was quickly replaced by one of shock, then of conflicted bliss as seemingly sourceless waves of heat and pleasure rolled through his crotch, his shaft rapidly slipping the rest of the way out of his sheath. “I took a few nanites and moved them a little further south, figured you might enjoy it. What do you think?” Koby moaned, staring down at his crotch. His member jutted out proudly from between his legs, throbbing and dribbling drops of pre onto the floor below. The feeling was exquisite, just as good as sex, but with none of the pressure or friction. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure. Had it been literally any other situation, he’d probably be delighted. “Stop it,” Koby whined, his hands clenched tightly into fists at his sides as he tried to resist the artificial sensations quickly pushing him towards his peak. To his surprise, they did so, and he had to suppress a groan at the strange sense of disappointment he felt in its absence. “You want me to stop? Well, sure, as long as you do what I say and give. Me. A. Show.” An odd snapping noise sounded through his speakers, and had Koby’s mind been less concerned with other matters, he might’ve recognized it as the clicking of a beak. “Or, I could turn those things up to max and leave them that way for the rest of the night. Your choice, really.” Biting his lip, Koby weighed his options. Masturbating for the viewing pleasure of the hacker who’d just forced him to soil himself, all while laughing at him, that wasn’t what he’d call desirable. But compared to having that invisible force working at him all night, leaving him practically comatose on the floor while wringing orgasm after orgasm out of him… Looking down and to the side, Koby wrapped a hand around his sheath, gently working the furry skin around the base of his cock. “Oh, come on, put some effort in! You’d think you’ve never jacked off before in your life!” Koby moved his hand up from his sheath and wrapped it around his shaft, settling into a pattern of long, leisurely strokes. Precum bubbled from his tip, his palm spreading it around to mix with the thin coating of urine still clinging to his skin. His stroking rapidly turned from slow and dry to a wet, messy affair, the ferret’s ears lowering in shame at the sounds of mixed liquids squishing and sliding against his fingers. “God,” the hacker said, dragging out the word with audible frustration, “are you slow or something? Hold on.” A few key strokes played over the speaker, and Koby let out a squeak of surprise as his groin went numb. He squeezed his hand around his shaft, but felt nothing, like it wasn’t attached to his body at all. “I can block sensation just as easily as I can produce it. Now, are you gonna actually try, or should I just leave you like this?” Even in the absence of any physical pain, the complete void of anything between his legs felt supremely uncomfortable. Koby nodded frantically, staring up at the webcam with a pleading look in his eye. The hacker gave a satisfied hum in response, and with a click, every inch of him that’d been numbed filled with sensation again. Gasping slightly, Koby’s hand clenched down around his dick, squeezing out a thick droplet of pre. As jarring as it was to have his nerves flicked on and off like he was just a machine, he still had to get busy quick. Otherwise, he was going to become far more familiar with the feeling—or lack thereof—than he intended to be. Moving swiftly, he started working in earnest, hand flying up and down across his shaft. “Now that’s more like it! Play with your balls, too.” Panting slightly, Koby slipped his free hand between his legs and cupped it around his sack, feeling the fur covering them tickle his palm as he rolled the two orbs within around his palm. Above, his other paw was still hard at work, jerking back and forth and flicking the occasional strand of pre onto his stomach. It was difficult to keep in mind that he was being forced to do this, that he hated this, when he was moments away from cumming all over himself. His nuts were starting to swell slightly in his hand, preparing themselves for the coming storm. His eyelids drooped low and his tongue poked out of his muzzle, saliva trickling off of it and down his chin. Koby looked ridiculous, but he didn’t care, not when he was this close. But all that mindless pleasure was wiped away in a second, a cry of disappointment escaping his lips as that awful numbness returned, his budding orgasm gone before it even began. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” the hacker said, their voice making it clear they were anything but. “Did you want something? Maybe if you tell me exactly what it is you want, I can help.” Koby stared at the camera, desperation pushing him to say something, anything, even if he had no idea what exactly the hacker wanted to hear. “I, I want it?” His voice was reedy, begging, hoping he could make up for his lack of eloquence by conveying just how much he needed this. “Want what, exactly?” The voice was goading, expecting something from him, and Koby whimpered as he realised exactly what it was. “I want to cum for you!” Koby blushed even harder as the words came out of his mouth, sounding like they were straight out of some shlocky porn film. “I’ve wet myself for you, and now I want to cum for you! Please!” The chuckling from the speakers amplified just how stupid, how ridiculous he sounded, and it was almost enough to make him forget that he’d wanted to cum at all. Almost. “That’s fuckin’ gross. Alright, go for it!” With a click, sensation burst back into him, his cock throbbing as it shot right back to the edge of orgasm. Koby worked quickly, unwilling to risk being denied again. His paws were a blur between his thighs, one lightly squeezing and rubbing at his testicles while the other was clutched around his dick, the side of it pounding into his groin as he jerked. Moans slipped out of his mouth freely, no effort made to restrain them, tears coming to his eyes in a mixture of shame and overstimulation. It only took a few moments before he hit his peak. Hips jerking, Koby let out a sharp squeak as his cock pulsed, shooting a rope of cum with enough force to splatter onto his chest. Panting, he let out a long groan as seed gushed out of him, painting his belly fur white. The last weak spurts oozed out of him, dribbling down his length and over his hand, soaking into the fur of his crotch. “Wow, nice.” The hacker’s voice actually sounded mildly impressed, but Koby mind was still too addled to care, barely even registering the words. “Your files are yours again. Maybe now you’ll think twice before clicking the first shady link you see, eh?” That brought him out of his reverie. Koby rushed forward, his soaked pants bunched up around his knees causing him to stumble forward. He was only just barely able to catch himself on the desk before he crumpled to the floor. His hand, still smeared with his own fluids, scrambled for the power button. “Of course, it’d be a right shame if this footage of you was leaked online, wouldn’t it? Especially if someone forwarded it to all of your email contacts.” Koby wished he felt shock or anger at those words, but on some level, he expected this. His arm fell limply away from the computer tower, and he could feel his lip start to quiver slightly. “Would probably be a good idea to clear your plans for tomorrow evening, say, seven? Be sure to drink lots of water!” With that, the hacker’s audio feed cut out, the lack of their microphone’s slight hiss leaving the room completely silent aside from Koby’s labored breathing. He collapsed onto his knees, then his front, his snout mashing up against the wood floor. This was his life now. Being the toy of some Internet stranger he didn’t even know, doing whatever perverted things they dreamed up, not even in complete control of his own body. The worst part was, he could feel a twinge in his crotch at the thought. He blamed it on the nanobots.