Living Senseless - The Introduction

Living Senseless

by Thomas Lupex

This story contains nudity, sexual acts, transformation, bondage, and non-consensual situations. Read no further if you dislike such activity, are under the age of eighteen, or such material is illegal where you reside. All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to real-world locations, people, or entities is purely coincidental.

The world was a strange one. In all ways terran and earthlike, its inhabitants were not only humans, but other creatures, appearing to be humanoid and intelligent versions of the more standard animals across the planet. It was the humans, though, that reached intelligence first, though they were swiftly followed by the self-described ‘morphics’, shortening the term of anthropomorphic animal. Initially, struggles were common, between the ‘first-there’ humans and the morphics wanting common recognition and fairer laws. As time passed the strife began to cool down, and soon became nonexistent, with humans and morphics living together peacefully, and even occasional relationships forming between members of the two species.

Technological breakthroughs followed, and after a number of years, the society of this world began to resemble modern times, with automobiles, electronics, communication networks, and recreation. Then, a strange law began to grow in popularity with the governing bodies of the world, which puzzled a great deal of the populace. Harkening back toward ancient sexist times, this law was being drafted in response to multiple incidents of spousal separation and a very disgruntled male populace having to deal with females on equal ground.

The legislation in particular drew heavy fire from collective feminist groups, due to actually changing the very makeup of humanoid female creatures, both human and morphic, and a great deal of rioting and challenges met every step lawmakers made in working toward getting this into law. Concerned husbands joined their wives, but the decision was eventually handed down and ratified into law. The procedural changing of every sapient female on the planet was called for immediately, and government centers set for this specific purpose were constructed and maintained, as well as bombed and attacked.

The actual procedure was a genome project, mapping the genetic structure of every female gender of the various species, and changing several attributes to forcibly subdue them to the whims of their male counterparts. After samples of everyone’s blood were gathered, through several blood drives under innocuous and charitable disguises, the ‘problem’ genes were mapped out and identified, and scientists found that the changes would be simple and universal. As the medical boards had no bearing to refuse the will of the global state, they were forced to include these genetic changes in various vaccines they administered to the populace.

After the initial few months, seeing no real alterations done, even after seeing the lines of women both human and morphic marched in and out of the building, the furor around the controversial law died down, and the law itself saw it parodied by many comedians, televised and stand-up. The effects began to take hold, however, several months afterward, with a massive amount of the first-changed showing signs of the alterations, the symptoms bizarre to witness. The eyes were literally re-absorbed and the skin, as well as fur in a morphic’s case, smoothened perfectly, and the mouth, tongue, teeth, and vocal chords were all smoothened and fused away, the jaw becoming a solid block of bone, rather than movable. Changes to the skin of the affected occurred as well, causing their sensitivity to greatly intensify, disallowing even the most casual of clothes-wearing, and forcing the affected girls into blind and mute nudity.

Panic gripped the remaining feminine populace, but all of the protests and terrorism in the world was for naught. Even objecting males couldn’t put a stop to the changes, which soon swept across the globe, as every female citizen received a yearly vaccine for various colds and diseases. There were advantages to the changes, however, in that it made the affected person’s skin photosynthetic, in a way, and also eliminated their waste production, allowing them to receive their nutrition from even the slimmest glimmer of sunlight and never again have to worry about restrooms, freeing up a great deal of space in several buildings for workspaces and other purposes. It would be a period of several years before the change affected every single female person on the planet, and males across the world were both bewildered and confused as what to do next. Some were so swept up in anguish and hatred toward the forced change that they became violent, others began to experiment with their wives and girlfriends about their changed bodies. Similarly, the changed females whose friends’ weren’t quite as mournful of the changes found themselves in gentle company, and began to adapt to their situation much more easily than those who tried to become, in their largely helpless state, activist protestors. Indeed, some began to enjoy their fate, and a few males underwent the procedures as well, which required only a few changes to adapt.

Years would pass, and schools would adapt their teaching methods to incorporate lessons that the blind and mute girls could use from, as well as assigning a male to every female to try and ensure their safety. These years would also find that the changes carried from generation to generation. Males, unless their father was altered otherwise, were normal and fully-functional, but females were, like their mothers, eyeless and mouthless, which puzzled doctors at first just how to deliver some of them. The procedures adapted, however, and life began to move on, with collars being the one thing girls were required, and allowed, to wear by law, though such laws applied only to public spaces. In private, a woman could dress or undress how she liked, though affirming her independence would be difficult given her largely helpless state. Eventually, even the most determined of women were forced to return to home and either live by their mate, or search for one if they lacked one, which involved some very unusual social situations, the usual bar scene only half as conversational.

The drastic changes to the very genetic structure of women on this planet delegated them to a second-class status, and though some idealist litigators and groups tried to somehow restore the balance, eventually the rest of the world followed through, allowing males a great deal of control over females. After a generation or two, the social climate stabilized, with men clearly in control, and women helpless and silent at their sides, feet, or wherever they were placed. The laws, however, did not force all women to become servants, and they could even own property and vote in elections and decisions, but the built-in helplessness of their bodies led many to simply give in to their rewritten genetic fate. A rare few independent women still exist, and they are seen with envy and jealousy by fellow females, and wonder and determination by their male counterparts, eager to try and break such a resilient spirit.

Arak Rhinstak was one of those particular spirits. She was a morphic-hyena, and she was actually very physically imposing. Around six feet tall, and about one-hundred and seventy pounds, she was definitely not an easy target to overpower. She had a darker-golden pelt of fur, which turned white along her chest and breasts, waist, crotch and inner thighs, spots close to black, as well as the same black fur over her mouthless muzzle, ears, forearms and hands, and calves and footpaws, which were, like all other morphics, largely humanoid in shape, rather than digitigrade. Her hair was a fiery red in color, worn unkempt, and reached down to her waist, flowing over her shoulders a bit. She also wore nothing more than her standard black nylon collar, the tag of which gave her first name. She had managed to carve out an impressive living for herself by becoming a guitar musician, as she had a natural gift with her hearing. She could determine pitches, chords, and notes after a few periods of listening, and additional tutoring from her music instructor post-school gave her the technical edge she needed.

Electric guitar in hand, she was nervously moving where she was told a rehearsal was, as a local band was in need of a guitarist, and they had no issue with a female member of the group. Her black-furred hand brushed along the walls of the buildings she walked beside, giving her an idea of orientation, and her training in Codal, mandatory teaching in schools for women, allowed her to read the reprinted addresses easily and quickly. What she hadn’t counted on, however, was the unusual amount of foot traffic upon the sidewalk. While it was customary for males to part slightly to allow a female to pass by unobstructed, a few more mischievous men purposefully bumped into her nude, furred body, giving her modest breasts a grope or two. As she lacked vocal cords, all she could manage was a frustrated huff, and showing her independent streak, shoved the guy away from her. She paused her walking, waiting for what she was sure was his comeback, but instead she heard footsteps to her side, and felt a firm slap to her spotted rear, just beside her tail. “I’m being nice with this correction,” the male said, his voice rough and deep, “but you get uppity like that again, and you won’t like what happens.”

Furious, Arak spun around, and made quite a rude gesture toward where she thought the male was standing, before turning back around, and pausing. Her fury caused her to lose her bearing, and a nervous hand reached forward, trying to feel for the wall that she’d been relying on for her bearing. She heard mocking laughter behind her as she stumbled slightly, and her ears flattened with anger. Eventually, she felt the brick wall again, and started to trace her way along, her rotten mood apparent from her posture. She felt her guitar, and also a bench, whose edges were padded to protect wandering females from injury, and sat down, practicing a chord or two as she calmed her mind. Though the guitar was unplugged, her dexterous fingers were playing the tune quite well, pressing and strumming along the strings expertly. “Miss, you haven’t plugged that in,” voiced a gentle reminder. Startled, Arak nodded her head sheepishly, and stopped her practice, her cheeks warm with her blushing. She stood back up, and blindly motioned for the man in front of her, hoping he was still nearby, to read a note she had, where someone had thoughtlessly written the address, knowing full well the hyena-girl couldn’t read it.

“Oh, the Amberbrook Amphitheatre. Yeah, you’re close, just go north a bit further, and then go left.. Actually, y’know what, you seem like you’ve had a rough day. How about a cab ride, my treat?” Arak looked up toward the man’s voice, floored by the offer. She thought about it a moment, knowing that it was dangerous to trust oneself to someone she couldn’t even see, but then she nodded her head gratefully. A few taxi calls later, and she felt a furred hand take her own, leading her toward the car. As she sat down on leather seats, she reached forward, feeling along the back of the passenger seat for the required-by-law taxi identification plate. She felt along its raised indentations, and relaxed, knowing that at least she was in a genuine cab. She turned to blindly face her benefactor as the doors closed, and he spoke, “I saw those guys earlier messing with you, so I just wanted to try and cheer you up.”

He took her hand in his once more, and brought her palm to his muzzle, which felt vaguely hyaenoid. “My name’s Yasoo, and I’m a ‘yenamorph, much like you. You are..,” he said, leaning in after the pause to lift Arak’s collar tag for a better view, “.. Arak. That’s an interesting name. Very strong-sounding. Looks like your parents had a good idea how you’d turn out.” She nodded her head in agreement, gentle huffs betraying a chuckle from the mute girl. Yasoo’s hand then fell to Arak’s guitar, a classic design, and he asked, “A musician, hmm? How do you play without sheet music, though?” In response, Arak pointed to her ears, and nodded her head once more. “Oh, wow, that’s a great talent. I’m kind of jealous. I wanted to be a musician once, but then I found out I’m about as tone-deaf as a spoon, so I got into the business of, well, business. Actually, I’m pretty much just a paper-pusher, and..” He stopped, seeming to blush himself. “.. Sorry, didn’t mean to make it all about me.” Arak shook her head, patting Yasoo’s shoulder, and lightly scratches his cheekfur, the boy’s pelt slightly lighter than Arak’s own. He chuckled, and spoke, “Aw, thanks. I can get a bit… Loquacious.. At times. Nice to see someone’s not too annoyed with it.” Yasoo’s own build was actually a slight bit smaller than Arak’s, standing at about 5’9”, and a bit wirier than her as well.

After some more of the one-sided conversation, both of the cab’s occupants lurched slightly forward as the cab came to a stop, and Yasoo looked up, sighing slightly. “Oh man, there already.. See, told you that you were close..” He weakly grinned, even though Arak couldn’t see it, and continued, “Well, go knock them dead Arak. I hope you do really well.” He then dared to lean in, and softly delivered a kiss to Arak’s cheekfur, which caused the girl to blush beneath her fur once more, head lowered slightly. She then nods a silent thanks, and stepped out of the cab. She took a few moments, however, and turned back, beckoning Yasoo to follow. Intrigued, the male hyena, after having paid the driver, slid out beside Arak, chuckling a moment. “Sure, I’ll help lead you in.” Arak nodded once more in gratitude, and softly took Yasoo’s hand again, following him as he led her in.

The place was quiet, due to having no performances currently scheduled, and after a few moments of confusion and having barged in on one or two meetings they didn’t belong in, Arak and Yasoo found their way to the band’s quarters, whom seemed to be punk in nature. A human, pierced through his nostrils, ears, and lip, a wolf, with scars and a mowhawk, and a falcon, who never seemed to take his sunglasses off for any reason. The three looked toward Yasoo and Arak, staring longer at the nude hyena-girl, and after they noticed the guitar Arak carried, the human spoke.

“So, what, you the would-be strummer?” came the question, addressed toward Yasoo. “If you are, then could you just tie her off near a pole or something? Don’t need to be distracting the boys, you know.” The human had an accent, further cementing his punk image. Yasoo tilted his head curiously, and then snapped back to reality, exclaiming, “Oh! Me? No way. Arak here’s your new guitarist.” He placed his hands on Arak’s shoulders and thrust her forward, causing the blind and mute girl to stumble a bit from the surprise movement. This caused the human to raise his eyebrow, and ask, “She can play a guitar with no eyes?” Arak nodded her head in affirmation, and held her guitar in the traditional fashion, miming a strum or two and pretending to bask in rock glory. Amused by the display, the human chuckled and said, “Right, right, just cheery. All right missy, you’ll get your shot. Besides, you might get the sex appeal going, too.” He turned, and motioned toward himself and the other two bandmates, saying, “Now, I’m Reginald, this ’ere’s Lupan, an’ that’s Sarc…” he paused as he considered what he just did, saying, “.. You have no bloody clue who I’m talking ‘bout, eh?” to which Arak sheepishly shook her head, unable to see whom Reginald was referring to. “Eh, well, you’ll learn, an’ all that,” said Reginald, nodding toward the other two bandmates, who remained silent as well. He then turned back to Arak, and poked her in the shoulder, saying, “Well, let’s get the audition underway, eh?”

Nervously, Arak looked back toward where she thought Yasoo to be, and he placed his hand on her shoulder, petting softly. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’ll go with you, and sit in the audience seats. Listen for me cheering!” He chuckled, and gave a gentle nuzzle to the mouthless girl, who returned the gesture, and followed Yasoo’s gentle tugging toward the stage. Feeling the smooth wood underneath her footpaws, she knelt down, feeling around for the amplifier to plug her guitar into. After finding it, she plugged in, and took her position, being shuffled around a little by Reginald and Lupan to make sure she didn’t bump into anyone. “Arak, I don’t think you’ve tuned up, so you may want to fix that.” She nodded her head in acknowledgement to Sarc’s suggestion, and began to do so, playing experimental notes and turning the tuning screws gently with each play. After a few minutes of searching, she’d successfully set her guitar up, and Reginald quirked an eyebrow, seeming impressed. “Not bad, girlie. You might be the real thing after all. All right sexy, let’s hear some notes. Play me a basic range.”

Arak nodded her head once more, and began to play the ranged asked for, starting from the lowest note, to the highest note, even going to far as to throw a little flair into the mix by holding the note and applying a bit of whammy to it. Reginald chuckled and nodded, saying, “Hah. You’ve got an adventurous streak on ya, eh? Good to see. Good notes, too, you tune well. Only problem is how you’re gonna read the music. We’re not really an improv band, but our sessions are pretty relaxed.” A far gruffer voice says, coming from Lupan, “I bet she knows Codal, right? Could just try putting little bumps in the sheet music, so she knows what to play.” Arak nodded her head in agreement with Lupan, though she’d seemed surprised at the voice she heard. “Oh, that’s just Lupan, hon. He’s one of those wolf types, always gruff and shit. Other one, Sarc, he’s a falcon. Damn bird never takes off his shades though. Gotta wonder if he’s as blind as you, eh?” Reginald chuckled again, and patted Arak’s shoulder. “Sounds like a good idea though, Lupe. As fer you, sexy, I think you’ll do just fine with us, if you can read the music. You’ve got the spirit, and you’ve got the skill, it seems. Why don’t you come back tomorrow and we’ll try some tricks to get you up to speed?”

Arak nodded once more, quite excitedly, and her tail swished back and forth happily. She looked toward where she believed the audience was, and waved toward Yasoo blindly, who whistled and smiled. The band led her back to their room, and Yasoo joined them soon afterward, his own tail wagging with eagerness. “So, she’s in, right? I mean, she’s got everything you need, so Arak’s in, right?” He almost seemed as excited as Arak herself was, and Reginald responded, “Eh, yeah, she’s a lot farther than others, that’s fer sure. She ain’t in yet, but she starts readin’ the sheet music and shit, and yeah, she’ll prolly be with us fer a bit. Plus, it’d be kinda cool ta have an able-female and shit.” Arak paused a moment, considering the term. Able-Female was reserved only for females that were able to prove truly independent after their transformations, and being labeled one was a high honor in society. While still not as high as normal males in the social ladder, and thus not possessing as many rights, able-females were highly regarded and incredibly rare due to their succeeding against all odds. To be known as one was an unspoken dream of Arak’s, and she danced lightly on her toes, causing the males in the room to laugh a bit. “Seems she likes the idea, too,” quipped Yasoo, nuzzling the girl’s cheekfur.

After saying their goodbyes and giving their gratitude toward Reginald and his bandmates, Yasoo offered Arak a ride back to her home, which she gratefully accepted. As they sat down within the cab, Arak gently leaned against Yasoo, her head resting upon his shoulder. He smiled and petted her cheek, saying, “Yeah.. Quite a day for me, too..” The ride back to Arak’s apartment was a bit quieter than the ride to the amphitheater, and as the cab once more lurched to a gentle stop, Arak stepped out, nodding toward Yasoo in deep gratitude for his help. The boy smiled back, and was about to tell the cab to drive again, when he saw Arak waving for him to follow out of the corner of his eye. He blinked and then smiled, as the cabbie, in a gruff voice, stated, “Looks like she wants you..” Yasoo turned back, blushing, and awkwardly said, “Oh, uh, yeah. Might want me to lead her to her room..”

After paying the cabbie, Yasoo once more found himself gently leading the blind Arak, smiling as he gazed along her nude form. “I dunno how often you hear this, but you really are se.. Er.. Ah.. Beautiful..” His head lowered as he realized his blunder, but Arak didn’t seem offended, seeming to chuckle lightly. Indeed, Arak actually seemed to be leading Yasoo, her expert knowledge of her apartment complex allowing her, with just the occasional brush against a wallplate for bearing, to briskly walk toward her third-floor apartment. Arak punched in her door code on the nearby keypad, and the door whisked open to a modest studio dwelling, largely practical in its design, and complete with a bed, a living space, a radio, and a special computer and telephone, both designed with a blind a mute user in mind, which stymied Yasoo a moment, until Arak showed him how to work both devices. He laughed a little, considering the situation, stating, “Wow. Now I’M the blind one..” Arak silently chuckled as well, and nuzzled Yasoo’s muzzle, petting his shoulder. “Well, Arak, it seems you’re well on your way toward able-femininity, and it’s getting a bit late, so I might want to get going..”

Arak nodded, and then perked her ears, pointing toward her phone urgently. Yasoo tilted his head a little, mystified by the action, before it finally clicked. “Oh, my phone number? Sure, here you go.” As Yasoo listed off a number of digits, Arak dutifully punched each one in on the alien-to-the-seeing phone and nodded her head as she finished, turning back to Yasoo, head lowered slightly. “Aw.. I know, I don’t want to leave either. But, hey, I’ll swing by tomorrow and we’ll head off together to your second audition, and maybe grab a bite to eat?” Arak nodded her head in agreement with Yasoo’s plan, and gently nuzzled once more, daring to hug the slightly smaller hyena-boy against her supple body, the action causing both to blush gently. “Haaah.. Thanks, Arak..” Yasoo nervously spoke, smiling and petted Arak’s shoulder, continuing, “See you tomorrow, then!”

Yasoo reluctantly pulled himself from Arak’s embrace, and she reluctantly ended it, waving pleasantly to the hyena boy as he left. With a whooshing sound, she knew she was once more alone, and laid back in her bed, turning her radio on and tuning in to a popular soft rock station. She leaned back and thought about the boy she met, and she gently quivered at the thought of getting to know him a little better. She reached up and felt along a nearby table, finding her specialized alarm-clock, and set it for the next morning, before settling into bed, her nude body uncovered by blankets, the temperature of the room previously adjusted to keep her comfortable without the blanket aggravating her sensitive skin. As she fell into slumber, she dreamt of feeling the stage beneath her footpaws, her guitar around her shoulder and waist, and her ears hearing the roar of a crowd of tens of thousands, her rise to stardom complete. In her dreams, she’d reached the pinnacle of celebrity status possible for an able-female, and she then started to dream of what Yasoo looked like, from what she felt of him. She trembled lightly in her sleep, enthralled in the delightful dreams of a marred, but pleasant day, and anticipated wonderful and exciting things for the next day coming..