Nurse's Greeting Refitting James' first sensation was one of incredible peace, like waking up from the most relaxing nap and being cocooned in a warm, tight, comforter that hugged his entire body. Every part of him felt satisfied, his breathing, bowels, bladder; everything was at that perfect state where he didn't want or care to move. Almost perfect silence, just the sound of his heart beating and breath. So nice, so regular... too regular. He opened his eyes with a start and tried to move; finding himself securely bound with the events of the last day rushing back to him. He tried to resist, ineffectually, against the apparatus giving him breath. It took him a few minutes but he eventually relaxed again, lungs already tired from the fight, to let the machines go back to controlling him. It was only then that a pair of the EMTs, in full rubber isolation suits, moved into view. They were no design he recognized and the material must have been at least a full millimeter thick. They were a light blue parody of an EMT's normal uniform, pockets glued to the shirts and a metal harness over the collarbone and waist backed in what looked like neoprene or some other spongy rubber. Hoses from the mask were also just visible running over the neck, probably for breathing, and connected to a large rubber-sheathed pack attached to the metal harness. His ears crackled to life, leaving him a little stunned at the sudden assault of noise. "Can you hear us? Nod within the harness for yes." He nodded and the voice continued. It was cheap, he thought, a tiny inexpensive condenser microphone built into the breathing masks. "Good. We will be doing some maintenance work on you. While your situation is stable, the tubes we are using are only meant for short-term use." It was all so very matter-of-fact. "We will first be conducting a quick interview. Please nod or shake your head. Tap a paw against the table to indicate a neutral response. Please be aware resistance or hesitance will be met with punishment. Are you ready to begin?" James felt a warning tingle under his tail and nodded promptly. One of the figures left as the other stayed there, pulling a tablet and stylus into view with thick green-blue gloves. That one must be the interviewer. "Very good. Is your name James Davis?" Nod. "Have you ever consumed recreational drugs besides alcohol?" Shake, he'd never felt the need. "Very good. Are you regularly taking any non-prescription medication?" Another shake. "Are you in any pain or significant discomfort?" He paused, ignoring the warning tingle as he took stock and then slowly shook his head. "Very good. Do you wish to leave at this time?" Then nod took a surprisingly long time to come... and, in fact, it never did. He tapped his mitt against the bed instead. "Honest, good." The tablet and stylus disappeared again. "We will now begin removing your current feeding and breathing arrangement. Please be aware there will be considerable discomfort during this process. As this is a training exercise for us, we request that you stay as still as possible. Any attempt to talk will result in immediate punishment." What could he do? He nodded and then lay still as the head restraints were removed and the first and second masks gently pulled off. The gloves paws worked quickly and efficiently; James was actually surprised how gentle they were despite this. With the masks off and his vision mostly restored, James assessed his situation. The room was recognizable from the fever-dream of altered states; medical equipment and bondage gear lining the walls in equal measure with a mix of white tile for the floors and walls and white and black latex over all of the padded surfaces. The doors, however, were something he hadn't had a real chance to take stock of before; Heavy steel with a small window, the room was undoubtedly intended to take role of an entirely isolated containment room. The taste of air when the breathing machine was removed left him certain; stale and utterly drenched in the smell of latex rubber, sweat, antiseptic and metal. The next to come was prying his muzzle off of the mouth-guard, an act that made him wince as the plastic unsealed from his teeth. The tubes were infinitely worse, though, being pulled out in a great yank of mucous and phlegm that left him gagging and panting in the chair while the EMTs moved through the room; disposing of the tubes and other equipment or setting it to clean. Your Nurse for this Evening It was then that the door opened. James turned his head to get as good a look as he could and see what lay beyond. He was somewhat disappointed to see that it was an airlock, heavy steel walls and an identical steel door at the other end. He was intrigued and a little concerned by the figure that moved forward. The figure was a little larger than the EMTs', wearing nurse's uniform of stark white latex over a heavy black and purple latex catsuit and boots. The mask was much different from those of the EMTs, a full clear faceplate revealing the black and white striped face of a skunk hybrid. A small, latex-wrapped tail poked out the split in the uniform behind, patterned like a skunk but with purple where white should be. The nurse, he was already calling them that, was wearing a large rubber pack, slightly larger than the EMTs', with hoses connecting to his mask the same in the same fashion. Another very clean SCBA conversion. The nurse finished rolling the cart in and stepped towards James, turning to one of the EMTs and giving them a mask-to-mask nuzzle and grope that the EMT returned before turning to James and reaching out to gently pet the fox. "So this is our new plaything, hrm? He seems nice enough..." James found himself panting and beginning to nuzzle into the glove. He didn't try and bite when a finger was slipped into his muzzle and he nearly collapsed again as a gloved paw wrapped around his erect and cathetered cock and began gently stroking it. "Yes, yes that's a good toy fox. They chose well... " A second finger was slid into the fox's muzzle and he moaned louder, rolling his eyes in startlingly intense pleasure. When his eyes refocused, he found the nurse staring deep into him, a glint of something mischievous in their eyes that made the fox whimper. The eyes smiled back. The nurse abruptly removed the fingers and turned to the EMTs. "Alright, let's get started. We'll to the NG tube first. Heff?" The EMT that had received the grope stepped forward with a large plastic package. The nurse opened it, removed a long rubber tube and stepped forward. James nearly tried to turn his head before a warning tingle surged through his prostate and he settled for panting softly as the nurse started slipping the tube down his nostril. They had added some anesthetic gel so his nostril quickly stopped burning but he nearly gagged as the tube hit the back of his throat. One of the EMTs, "Heff", pulled his head up and pushed his muzzle into his chest to some unseen signal and the nurse nodded to James. "Okay, please begin swallowing; refusal will result in punishment." James nearly thought about resisting but began swallowing anyways. Before long they had the tube in place and allowed him to relax, again. They gave him encouraging stroke of his shaft and a gentle buzz of e-stim as they prepared the next portion, the remaining tube still sticking from his nose as he panted quietly. The nurse turned to him again, holding up a much larger tube of almost-clear silicone rubber, and tapped his nose. "We will now be re-establishing control of your airway, fox toy, please open wide and accept the tube. It will be, above all other things, your life line." And presented him with the smooth, rounded opening. With his ears back and a warning tingle from the electrodes bridging his prostate he opened his muzzle and allowed the new intruder in. The nurse carefully slid the lightly-lubricated tube down his windpipe, sliding it past the voicebox and further down than James had ever thought something could go. The nurse followed it up with another device that was slid down the first tube. James was extremely puzzled until he noticed the nurse was looking at a monitor. A camera or something similar to check the placement? They had obviously switched to some sort of inter-person communication because there was some more wordless nodding. The device was then removed and another slid down. He felt a soft "clip" deep in his chest and a bulb in his muzzle was inflated to fill it slightly. "Congratulations, Mr. James, you are also testing out a little device of our newest design. It's designed to fill the branch in the trachea between the two lungs. This makes it much more secure and, we hope, much more permanent." The gloved paws stroked over James' head as the EMTs hand over another, larger, mouth-gag that the nurse carefully inserted into his muzzle, a second piece was attached, two rubber tubes on a flange from the gag that covered the nose and protected the naso-gastric tubes. A new hood followed, rubber with a single hole at the front through which the tubes and cables were carefully slid through openings before they present him with a new helmet. "This, our toy, is currently the state of the art in what we have to offer. You will see its features in good time." The EMTs had been busy connecting the wires and tubes to ports and the nurse slid the mask over his head, sealing it to his suit with some form of rubbery flux. They left him there fore a few more minutes, reconnecting all the devices that controlled him. The first thing he felt was air forced into his lungs. His body resisted, suffocating him for nearly a minute before it would yield to the machines; making him writhe on the chair to the amusement of those attending. His exhaustion and submission was met with a gentle pet of his hooded head and a smiling bunk nurse and EMTs looking at him through the lenses of the mask. It was also met with the feeling of cool liquid running into his stomach; his parched mouth unsated as they filled him directly. It was two more minutes of teasing before he realized what else they had done. His bladder began to feel very full, his shaft twitching uselessly is it began to fill from the liquid diet. His pleading looks were met with smirking eyes as the bunk moved away and began lecturing the two EMTs on something, bringing out a large bag that looked like a hot water bottle with a hose stuck to it. The hose was unclipped from the bag and, before the pleading fox could struggle more, connected directly to his plug. James arched his back as much as he could in the padded chair as they filled his bowels, cool water rushing in and causing the fox to whimper as his colon cramped ineffectually against the onrush. It was only during this that his earphones abruptly crackled to life again. "You are in the middle of a demonstration punishment cycle. Normally this routine would be performed, each step individually, during your sedation period. We are showing you what medium-level infractions will net you; all procedures being performed at once." Something grabbed his cock, holding it as his bladder became impossibly full and was left like that. His writhing was met with cold indifference as there was more discussion, demonstratory strokes of his shaft and then nodding. He relaxed with relief again as first his bladder was drained, and then his bowels, yielding to the ventilator he hadn't known he was resisting. He meekly accepted another, gentler, wash of his bladder through the catheter before he was let rest again. A paw on his cock brought him to full wakefulness and the headphones came alive again with some kind of static and then a soft voice. The lenses of his mask also changed and suddenly he was watching himself, full of tubes and heavy rubber, white restraints and the EMTs and Nurse standing by him and stroking over him with their paws. The voice sounded pre-recorded from all he could tell. It was pleasant, but oddly level; seeming to lack any discernable gender or species connotations to it. It was relaxing, though. So relaxing; they were relaxing him, getting him to fade gently as the noise and words enveloped him. He felt his tail, for the first time since he'd woken up, slowly drifting from side to side as their paws rubbed over his body, shining the rubber. He was a good toy. A very good toy. Their paws reached for his cock as sensations of electrical pleasure buzzed to life within him. He became erect around the catheter. He didn't fight. He couldn't fight. He could only relax fully into the chair, knot stretching his sheath; a sight he couldn't escape no matter what position he was in as the attendants continued their work. It felt like an eternity before he came but when he did it brought sleep; natural sleep, for the first time in what felt like forever. Post Tergum Scaenae "He's resting then?" The female wolf in full doctor's uniform was standing in the equipment locker behind the airlock, her paws fretting over a tablet and stylus. The nurse pulled his mask off and put his SCBA back in the equipment rack to the side of the door and connected the charging ports. "Mmhmm, seems to be doing well, actually. Administration did a good job with the screening; I'm sure he'll integrate extremely well." The wolfess drooped her ears in relief and nodded. The two EMTs were dropping their equipment off as well, having just emerged from the airlock while the bunk started to strip from his containment suit; giving them a thumbs-up and nodding with big grins. "Good, I'm going to be preparing his full integration procedure. From your experience will he be more than susceptible to positive or negative conditioning? I know neurology wants to install their hardware no matter what but I'm just concerned from a psychological perspective. Don't want to break our new toy after all." The bunk grinned and shook his head. "Oh, no, we're putting a positive reinforcement on here as our recommendation. He loves it. We still went through the punishment procedures but we don't expect they'll need to be used." and pulled the drysuit-style zipper across his back and started to clamber out of the suit, pulling his head through the hood and popped it back out. "Immunology work out what shape he's going to be in after this long in isolation? Or is it going to be decontamination showers for everyone?" She shook her head, pulling out the clipboard. "Immunology reckons that given enough immune exposure; say, through some kind of vaccine cocktail they're cooking up, he should be alright if containment is breached. Rest of him is going to have to be sterilized, though, and we're going to be getting the fur off tomorrow. Keeps things cleaner." The bunk nodded again, having pulled off the suit and put it in the bin to be cleaned. "Seems fair to me. I'm going to hit the showers. Hey Heff?" He looked behind himself to the one bunny-goat EMT, the smaller of the two; a thin male with slightly effeminate features and got a nod in response. The wolfess stood, consulting the tablet until they'd all left the room and then moved up to the control wall and video monitor bank. "I'm glad..." she muttered to herself "...that they picked you up. I saw some of the other candidates. You were the only one I had any hope would be ready to do this without cracking in process." and set a reward-cycle to activate on the fox's return to consciousness before walking out, grinning now to herself. "Sweet dreams, foxtoy."