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Alright miss Sekani, you're looking healthy as always." The Dr. Misumi said, the toucan woman signing off on her patient's medical charts. The patient in question was a young, athletic bodied jackal woman known as Keb Sekani. Having already changed back into the clothes she'd walked in wearing, a tank top, shorts, and sandals, she was sitting on the examination table with her hands folded in her lap.
"Good blood pressure, healthy weight. You're going to live a long life."
"Ha... yeah..." Keb chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. Oh, if only she knew how long. "So is that it?"
"Actually, I have a few more forms for you to sign." Dr. Misumi said, passing Keb a stack of papers. The jackal girl tilted her head in confusion. Usually she was free to go after this. What was all this then...?
Looking down at the stack of documents, the first thing Keb noticed was the big logo emblazoned at the top of the lead form.
"Care Horizons Group" it read, the subtitle reading "Now at Westley General Clinic". As if sensing the questions Keb now had, the toucan woman opened her beak.
"The clinic was purchased for a very generous sum by a medical research corporation. Care Horizons Group." Dr. Misumi explained, wings tucked behind her back. "Those forms are just consent forms that you are okay with them using your medical data for potentially life saving research."
"Um... I'm not sure how I feel about that..." Keb said with a frown. She didn't exactly like the thought of her private medical history being invaded. Regardless of how benevolent the purposes behind it would be.
"Oh, rest assured. The information will be handled only by the doctors of Care Horizons Group. You may get a call for the occasional test, but you'll be well compensated for it. Plus, signing your okay means more benefits for you here. Lower prices, insurance benefits, etcetera." The toucan listed off. "Plus, you can change your preferences at any time."
Keb processed this information in stride. Her unease about it all was lessened, but still there. But she had been coming to this clinic for a good long while now. She trusted them to handle her records with care. With a shrug, she flipped to the next page, beginning to sign her name wherever it was required...

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Several months later...
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Recipient: Doctor Mira Nelson
Subject: HPLA Testing
Message:
Doctor Nelson
The control and testing areas for the humane patient living accommodations project are now constructed and we are ready to begin testing. We've already begun test subject selection screening, but the amount of willing test subjects is lacking. We're in need of more test subjects in order to get the best results on the effects of long term incarceration for patients in Clearview Asylum's accommodations. That is why I would like to request permission to begin pulling subjects from our absorbed clinics. Please respond when you are able
Sender: Doctor Velma Pots

Recipient: Doctor Velma Pots
Subject: Re-HPLA Testing
Message:
Doctor Pots
I'm glad to hear about the progress on Clearview Asylum. It's been an expensive project, and the sooner testing is completed the sooner it can begin receiving more funding. By all means, pull as many test subjects as you need from our clinics. Have the doctors call them in, and have crews waiting to bring them. We'll say there are major mental health concerns regarding their records and they're needed for extended testing. Not exactly a total lie. Just make sure they'll be no danger to themselves or their fellow patients during their stay. Cheers, love.
Sender: Doctor Mira Nelson

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Keb stepped back into the examination room, already removing her clothing down to her bra and panties as she grabbed the paper gown waiting for her there. She always hated these things, but they were a neccessary evil. Sliding it on she sat herself back on the same examination table she'd sat on many times before, resting her hands in her lap. Usually Dr. Misumi was pretty punctual, stepping in seconds before Keb sat herself down. So where was she this time...?
The door slid open after a several minute wait, much to Keb's relief. It was getting a little chilly for her.
"Hello Dr. Mis..."
Keb trailed off as two nurses she recognized stepped in. They were both big canines, a good half foot taller than her with a bit of muscle to their body from what Keb could see. And she could see quite a lot. They were wearing what looked to her like sexy nurse costumes taken from a Halloween store, though with only a slightly more modest skirt.
"Um... hello there." Keb waved, staring at them awkwardly, waiting for them to say something. Anything.
"Uh, excuse me please." A familiar voice said, the familiar face of Dr. Misumi soon poking between the two large dog women. "Uh, hello, miss Sekani." She greeted, trying to sound chipper. But there was a hint of nervousness to her voice as she spoke. "I'm sorry about the surprise but I was afraid you might not come if I told you..."
"Told me...?" Keb asked, gulping nervously.
"Well these women are here to escort you to somewhere you can get some help." Dr. Misumi spoke, wringing her feathered hands together. "It's only temporary. Until they're sure you won't be a danger to yourself or others."
Keb rose up from the table, tearing off the paper gown as she tried to grab her clothes. A danger to herself? Getting help? What was she talking about? Keb didn't have any history of mental issues! She'd never even been to a therapist before.
"I don't know where you're getting your information, but I'm not crazy!" Keb protested, reaching to get her shirt on over her head. But the canine women must have been waiting for their chance, because in the blink of an eye they were on her, big strong hands grabbing at her body, trying to secure her.
"Stop it! Let go of me!" Keb thrashed, legs kicking and body jerking trying to get out of their grip. But clearly she wasn't the first struggling person they'd had to deal with, because they managed to secure her in their iron grip, hands grabbing her arms on either side of the jackal girl as she was pinned between them, lifted up onto the tips of her toes.
"Don't you worry ma'am." The saint bernard woman of the two orderlies spoke, though it was to Dr. Misumi, not Keb. "We'll take good care of her."
"Come on, let's get her to the ambulance." The husky orderly said, the two starting to walk Keb to the exit.
"Noooo no no! You are NOT walking me out of here dressed like this!" Keb shouted, legs treading air, her feet claws scraping the floor as they got her out of the room, beginning to walk her down the hall.
"We have your new outfit for the time being waiting at the ambulance. Now please don't struggle or we'll have to make you stop." The saint bernard huffed, squeezing Keb's arm as the trio continued their walk, Dr. Misumi watching them go from the doorway of the room they'd just left. They walked her out of a backdoor used for loading gurney riding patients into ambulances. And sure enough, a restraint laden gurney was waiting for her. But more than that were the items laying on it that got her attention. A bright orange canvas straitjacket, a white CHG inside a hexagon emblazoned on the breast of it. And with it sat a bright red ballgag.
"You psychos!" Keb screamed. "You are not making me wear this stu-mmph!"
It seemed the ballgag would be the first item, the large red ball pushed between her teeth and buckled tight. It wasn't the firm rubber of a regular one though. This one was soft yet still slightly firm. Almost like a durable stress ball. It still filled her mouth, but its malleability made it even more effective at doing such than a regular ballgag might have.
"Hold still please." The husky woman said as she grabbed up the straitjacket, the saint Bernard holding Keb's arms out in front of her to receive the straitjacket sleeves. It was more of a leotard than anything, serving as an all in one garment, but that just made it worse. She wouldn't be getting any actual clothes!? She was lifted up, the straitjacket pulled up her legs until it rested snugly around her hips, her arms worked through the long sleeves and the extra length wrapped around and buckled behind her into a self hug. Soon the last of the straps were tightened and she was loaded up onto the gurney, her legs strapped down to it while her upper body simply received a few belts across it that were tightened a little uncomfortably, letting her ample chest poke out between two of them.
"You want to ride in back with her?" The saint Barnard asked.
"Oh, you know it..." The husky replied, her professional demeanor dropping for a brief moment as she smirked mischievously down at the gurney bound Keb, the jackal girl's eyes only widening more. What were they planning...?
"We're gonna have a lot of fun together at Clearview. You'll see." The husky laughed, helping her partner load the gurney into the back of the ambulance before the doors were closed, the saint Bernard getting into the driver seat before pulling away from the clinic and beginning the drive to their destination...

~~~~~

Keb was led down a long, sterile hall full of heavy looking metal doors, closed viewing panels blocking her from seeing what was inside any of them. The husky and saint Bernard were on either side of her again, marching her swiftly towards who knew where. If she couldn't have gotten free when she was unrestrained, she knew she wouldn't be getting free this time. Especially now that her feetpaws, the source of the only claws she had left, were now safely covered by orange canvas booties buckled tight around her ankles.
"Here we go." The husky said with glee, stopping in front of a cell. "Figured you could use some company, so we made sure some other patients we picked up that you knew would be in here."
The saint Bernard pulled some keys from her pocket, unlocking the cell.
"Enjoy your stay at clearview, sweetie!" The husky laughed, sending Keb stumbling into the cell with a spank to her rear...
Right into the surprised bodies of Tori and Ruby, the two yelping as they all collapsed into a pile on the cell floor.
So this is what the husky had meant. They'd gotten Ruby and Tori too. The bat and bird groaned as they rolled out of the pile they had fallen into, the door already having shut on them. It had been unclear how long they would be here, but Keb wagered it wasn't going to be just a day or two. As she rolled herself into a sitting position, she knew that whatever was happening here wasn't legal. She looked to her two friends, who were in the same state of dress as her, and gave them an encouraging smile. It's what they needed to see right now, and they knew why Keb gave it. They weren't going to be staying here for however long the people who put them here wanted. No, they would escape when the chance presented itself.

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Birthday gift for
Love ya lots jackal buddy!

Story and Ruby by me
Guest appearance by
Art by

Description
Alright miss Sekani, you're looking healthy as always." The Dr. Misumi said, the toucan woman signing off on her patient's medical charts. The patient in question was a young, athletic bodied jackal woman known as Keb Sekani. Having already changed back into the clothes she'd walked in wearing, a tank top, shorts, and sandals, she was sitting on the examination table with her hands folded in her lap.
"Good blood pressure, healthy weight. You're going to live a long life."
"Ha... yeah..." Keb chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. Oh, if only she knew how long. "So is that it?"
"Actually, I have a few more forms for you to sign." Dr. Misumi said, passing Keb a stack of papers. The jackal girl tilted her head in confusion. Usually she was free to go after this. What was all this then...?
Looking down at the stack of documents, the first thing Keb noticed was the big logo emblazoned at the top of the lead form.
"Care Horizons Group" it read, the subtitle reading "Now at Westley General Clinic". As if sensing the questions Keb now had, the toucan woman opened her beak.
"The clinic was purchased for a very generous sum by a medical research corporation. Care Horizons Group." Dr. Misumi explained, wings tucked behind her back. "Those forms are just consent forms that you are okay with them using your medical data for potentially life saving research."
"Um... I'm not sure how I feel about that..." Keb said with a frown. She didn't exactly like the thought of her private medical history being invaded. Regardless of how benevolent the purposes behind it would be.
"Oh, rest assured. The information will be handled only by the doctors of Care Horizons Group. You may get a call for the occasional test, but you'll be well compensated for it. Plus, signing your okay means more benefits for you here. Lower prices, insurance benefits, etcetera." The toucan listed off. "Plus, you can change your preferences at any time."
Keb processed this information in stride. Her unease about it all was lessened, but still there. But she had been coming to this clinic for a good long while now. She trusted them to handle her records with care. With a shrug, she flipped to the next page, beginning to sign her name wherever it was required...

~~~~~
Several months later...
~~~~~

Recipient: Doctor Mira Nelson
Subject: HPLA Testing
Message:
Doctor Nelson
The control and testing areas for the humane patient living accommodations project are now constructed and we are ready to begin testing. We've already begun test subject selection screening, but the amount of willing test subjects is lacking. We're in need of more test subjects in order to get the best results on the effects of long term incarceration for patients in Clearview Asylum's accommodations. That is why I would like to request permission to begin pulling subjects from our absorbed clinics. Please respond when you are able
Sender: Doctor Velma Pots

Recipient: Doctor Velma Pots
Subject: Re-HPLA Testing
Message:
Doctor Pots
I'm glad to hear about the progress on Clearview Asylum. It's been an expensive project, and the sooner testing is completed the sooner it can begin receiving more funding. By all means, pull as many test subjects as you need from our clinics. Have the doctors call them in, and have crews waiting to bring them. We'll say there are major mental health concerns regarding their records and they're needed for extended testing. Not exactly a total lie. Just make sure they'll be no danger to themselves or their fellow patients during their stay. Cheers, love.
Sender: Doctor Mira Nelson

~~~~~

Keb stepped back into the examination room, already removing her clothing down to her bra and panties as she grabbed the paper gown waiting for her there. She always hated these things, but they were a neccessary evil. Sliding it on she sat herself back on the same examination table she'd sat on many times before, resting her hands in her lap. Usually Dr. Misumi was pretty punctual, stepping in seconds before Keb sat herself down. So where was she this time...?
The door slid open after a several minute wait, much to Keb's relief. It was getting a little chilly for her.
"Hello Dr. Mis..."
Keb trailed off as two nurses she recognized stepped in. They were both big canines, a good half foot taller than her with a bit of muscle to their body from what Keb could see. And she could see quite a lot. They were wearing what looked to her like sexy nurse costumes taken from a Halloween store, though with only a slightly more modest skirt.
"Um... hello there." Keb waved, staring at them awkwardly, waiting for them to say something. Anything.
"Uh, excuse me please." A familiar voice said, the familiar face of Dr. Misumi soon poking between the two large dog women. "Uh, hello, miss Sekani." She greeted, trying to sound chipper. But there was a hint of nervousness to her voice as she spoke. "I'm sorry about the surprise but I was afraid you might not come if I told you..."
"Told me...?" Keb asked, gulping nervously.
"Well these women are here to escort you to somewhere you can get some help." Dr. Misumi spoke, wringing her feathered hands together. "It's only temporary. Until they're sure you won't be a danger to yourself or others."
Keb rose up from the table, tearing off the paper gown as she tried to grab her clothes. A danger to herself? Getting help? What was she talking about? Keb didn't have any history of mental issues! She'd never even been to a therapist before.
"I don't know where you're getting your information, but I'm not crazy!" Keb protested, reaching to get her shirt on over her head. But the canine women must have been waiting for their chance, because in the blink of an eye they were on her, big strong hands grabbing at her body, trying to secure her.
"Stop it! Let go of me!" Keb thrashed, legs kicking and body jerking trying to get out of their grip. But clearly she wasn't the first struggling person they'd had to deal with, because they managed to secure her in their iron grip, hands grabbing her arms on either side of the jackal girl as she was pinned between them, lifted up onto the tips of her toes.
"Don't you worry ma'am." The saint bernard woman of the two orderlies spoke, though it was to Dr. Misumi, not Keb. "We'll take good care of her."
"Come on, let's get her to the ambulance." The husky orderly said, the two starting to walk Keb to the exit.
"Noooo no no! You are NOT walking me out of here dressed like this!" Keb shouted, legs treading air, her feet claws scraping the floor as they got her out of the room, beginning to walk her down the hall.
"We have your new outfit for the time being waiting at the ambulance. Now please don't struggle or we'll have to make you stop." The saint bernard huffed, squeezing Keb's arm as the trio continued their walk, Dr. Misumi watching them go from the doorway of the room they'd just left. They walked her out of a backdoor used for loading gurney riding patients into ambulances. And sure enough, a restraint laden gurney was waiting for her. But more than that were the items laying on it that got her attention. A bright orange canvas straitjacket, a white CHG inside a hexagon emblazoned on the breast of it. And with it sat a bright red ballgag.
"You psychos!" Keb screamed. "You are not making me wear this stu-mmph!"
It seemed the ballgag would be the first item, the large red ball pushed between her teeth and buckled tight. It wasn't the firm rubber of a regular one though. This one was soft yet still slightly firm. Almost like a durable stress ball. It still filled her mouth, but its malleability made it even more effective at doing such than a regular ballgag might have.
"Hold still please." The husky woman said as she grabbed up the straitjacket, the saint Bernard holding Keb's arms out in front of her to receive the straitjacket sleeves. It was more of a leotard than anything, serving as an all in one garment, but that just made it worse. She wouldn't be getting any actual clothes!? She was lifted up, the straitjacket pulled up her legs until it rested snugly around her hips, her arms worked through the long sleeves and the extra length wrapped around and buckled behind her into a self hug. Soon the last of the straps were tightened and she was loaded up onto the gurney, her legs strapped down to it while her upper body simply received a few belts across it that were tightened a little uncomfortably, letting her ample chest poke out between two of them.
"You want to ride in back with her?" The saint Barnard asked.
"Oh, you know it..." The husky replied, her professional demeanor dropping for a brief moment as she smirked mischievously down at the gurney bound Keb, the jackal girl's eyes only widening more. What were they planning...?
"We're gonna have a lot of fun together at Clearview. You'll see." The husky laughed, helping her partner load the gurney into the back of the ambulance before the doors were closed, the saint Bernard getting into the driver seat before pulling away from the clinic and beginning the drive to their destination...

~~~~~

Keb was led down a long, sterile hall full of heavy looking metal doors, closed viewing panels blocking her from seeing what was inside any of them. The husky and saint Bernard were on either side of her again, marching her swiftly towards who knew where. If she couldn't have gotten free when she was unrestrained, she knew she wouldn't be getting free this time. Especially now that her feetpaws, the source of the only claws she had left, were now safely covered by orange canvas booties buckled tight around her ankles.
"Here we go." The husky said with glee, stopping in front of a cell. "Figured you could use some company, so we made sure some other patients we picked up that you knew would be in here."
The saint Bernard pulled some keys from her pocket, unlocking the cell.
"Enjoy your stay at clearview, sweetie!" The husky laughed, sending Keb stumbling into the cell with a spank to her rear...
Right into the surprised bodies of Tori and Ruby, the two yelping as they all collapsed into a pile on the cell floor.
So this is what the husky had meant. They'd gotten Ruby and Tori too. The bat and bird groaned as they rolled out of the pile they had fallen into, the door already having shut on them. It had been unclear how long they would be here, but Keb wagered it wasn't going to be just a day or two. As she rolled herself into a sitting position, she knew that whatever was happening here wasn't legal. She looked to her two friends, who were in the same state of dress as her, and gave them an encouraging smile. It's what they needed to see right now, and they knew why Keb gave it. They weren't going to be staying here for however long the people who put them here wanted. No, they would escape when the chance presented itself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Birthday gift for
Love ya lots jackal buddy!

Story and Ruby by me
Guest appearance by
Art by