The Great Rubber Drone
That naughty scientist Sanmer is up to no good again...this time combining some of his favorite things, being mind control, rubber, orcas...and mind controlled rubber orcas!
The Great Rubber Drone
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The very top of the Sanmer Pharmaceuticals building was off-limits to the personnel working on the expansive laboratory complex owned by the enigmatic arctic fox whose name the company and its headquarters carried. He might have been a familiar sight, walking about the facility and as white as the lab coat he wore over his fur, but very few could claim to know him personally. His polite, if mischievous ways were well known, and his eager, dedicated staff was in continued awe over the ideas that came out of his genius-grade head.
Right now the eponymous arctic fox stood in front of one of the huge pane glass windows that allowed him a view of the city below. He was no longer clad in a lab coat, but in a much more comfortable shirt and pants that he considered to be suitable casual wear. His paws were folded behind his back and might have indicated that he was scheming on some new scientific hypothesis, even while he appeared to be at rest.
But no, that wasn't the case. The fox was waiting something, seemingly patient although the fox was not especially known for being a patient man. He had too many important things to do to spend any time in perfect idleness. His competitors might be getting the upper paw in a breakthrough business area if he was caught off guard due to a distraction.
Right now he waited, and the thing he waited for happened several minutes late of schedule, and signaled by the chime of the security system alarm.
"INTERCOM HAS BEEN ACTIVATED, DOCTOR SANMER."
The arctic fox's ears flicked briefly.
"Enable intercom," he spoke into the air.
"INTERCOM ACTIVATED," the vaguely female voice announced.
"Mister Sanmer?" the voice that replaced it was definitely a male, speaking from somewhere beyond, with his speech filtered in through the audio system in Sanmer's den.
"Yes, Mister Denzel?" the fox addressed the speaker.
"I am here for my appointment," came the reply.
"Indeed," Sanmer said. "Do wait a moment."
"Yes, Mister Sanmer."
"Sanmer out," the arctic fox noted, "Computer!"
"AWAITING YOUR COMMAND, DOCTOR SANMER."
"Enable penthouse elevator access," Sanmer said.
"PENTHOUSE ELEVATOR ACCESS ENABLED, DOCTOR SANMER."
Sanmer's tail flicked about behind him amiably. He could wait for a moment more, although his patience was certainly wearing quite thin. At least he had a single chore to attend to before the arrival of his guest.
The fox walked leisurely across his den and to a lit panel on the wall. A press of the button caused it to light up, revealing it to be a screen. He made his choices with a few taps and then waited for a few moments before the panel slid open and revealed a plastic tray upon which two mugs sat, filled with the tea the automatic drinks machine had just brewed exactly to Sanmer's specific liking.
"Hmmm..." the fox murmured approvingly at the scent that floated out of the twin mugs of chai, "this will do just fine..."
He lifted the less than glamorous service tray out of the drinks dispenser and walked over with his tea to a small, low table that sat next to two armchairs overlooking the windows that gave him such a spectacular opportunity to spy on the city outside the Sanmer Tower. The fox put the tea down to the table and stirred them two cups with the spoons provided.
"Very nice..."
A chime from the computer announced to the arctic fox that his guest had surely arrived. He left the tea to simmer and walked to a pair of double doors that opened automatically upon his approach. The bare-pawed arctic fox padded easily on the thick carpet, through the anteroom and then to the foyer where he found the orca waiting for him in front of the newly closed elevator doors. He was quite tall, larger than the slim for by all means, clad in a neat suit that fit him better than most attempts for scientists to dress in suits, Sanmer thought.
"Mister Denzel," the arctic fox greeted the orca, although he did not offer his paw to shake.
"Doctor Sanmer," the killer whale replied with a bow of greeting, "I hope you are well."
"More than well!" the arctic fox smiled. "I was expecting you."
"I am glad that you made the time on your very busy schedule to discuss my project with me, Doctor," the orca said, "It is a great pleasure to know that you hold such personal interest in my work!"
Sanmer's muzzle nodded quickly.
"I do keep a careful eye on everything that happens in this facility," Sanmer mused, "and your project is not an exception, Mister Denzel."
The orca smiled hopefully.
"I do hope that I can answer any questions you might have based on the Project JG reports, Doctor," Mister Denzel noted eagerly.
"We shall see!" said Sanmer. "Come! Your tea will get cold and cold tea is not good on an evening like this! Come!"
"By all means!" the orca nodded.
The white fox re-traced his path, across the rooms and into the den where the sweet smell of tea now floated about and met them at the automatic doors.
"Do sit down" Sanmer gestured at the chairs prepared for them. "We may was well get comfortable while we are at it."
"Yes, Doctor!"
Sanmer noted that the orca was careful not to step faster than his host, whom took his time on his way to the great window. Sanmer flopped down onto the seat and waited for the orca to take his own. It was then that Sanmer picked up the cup from the tray and nursed it in both of his fluffy paws. He inhaled the steam rising from the cup and let out a pleased sigh.
"You must taste this blend, it is absolutely splendid!" Sanmer enthused.
The orca was quick to please his boss, of course, and took the awaiting cup of tea from the tray. Sanmer sipped his own and smacked his lips.
"Hmmm..."
"This is most generous," the orca said, "thank you, Doctor."
"The pleasure is all mine, Mister Denzel," Sanmer winked over the top of his cup.
"Of course, " said the orca.
Sanmer wriggled himself into a cozy position on the high-backed chair and rumbled happily away. The tea left a pleasant aftertaste on his tongue that lingered until he took another sip. He watched how the orca tasted his own drink. His expression did not reveal much. Sanmer wondered if he was liking it or not, and maybe acting diplomatic for the moment. He wouldn't want to upset his boss who obviously enjoyed his own tea.
"So, Mister Denzel...how long have you been with the Sanmer Pharmaceuticals?" the arctic fox questioned.
"Three years now, Doctor," the orca said. "Two years in a junior position in Project A-4, and then a year and four months in a senior position in Project JG."
Sanmer nodded. That much he knew from the personnel files, of course, which he had memorized before the orca's arrival.
"And have you found it to be to your liking?" Sanmer asked. "Challenging? Productive?"
"Oh, yes, Doctor!" the orca said. "It has been very interesting to work for you. I feel that I have been able to contribute a great deal in both my positions. I do know that Project A-4 is approaching mass production status soon, or so I heard."
Sanmer's ears perked and he smiled crookedly.
"Oh yes?" he mused. "Rumors in the hallways?"
The orca looked almost flustered. He was well aware of the very tight security measures in place to prevent industrial espionage, and it also meant that different departments were allowed to mingle only that much, in case that some very sensitive information would be slipped in the wrong place. Sanmer knew it to be a necessarily evil even at the risk that some synergy might be lost.
"Oh, no, no, Doctor!" the orca hurried to say, possibly thinking he had blown it now, "I was discussing it with Dr Kessler, whom you know is one of my colleagues in Project JG and, and he heard about it in the departmental head meeting earlier on, the one I was unable to attend myself."
Sanmer chuckled. His tail wagged briefly at seeing the orca's discomfort.
"Of course, I was present there myself, and I do know that you have the clearance for that information, Mister Denzel," the scientist mused, "I am certainly not implying that you would have been causing problems with disclosing classified information...at least to my knowledge."
He let that hang in the air. He wasn't beyond letting the orca to stew a little.
"Ah...ah yes," the orca nodded.
"And it is certainly true that A-4's commercial potential may be realized sooner rather than later," Sanmer continued, "the marketing department is already considering various options on how to best launch the product globally in the next 12 months. One must not rush with it."
"Certainly not, Doctor!" the orca enthused.
"Alas, it is but one of the things I have to concern myself with," Sanmer mused, as he took another sip from his tea, "science never sleeps, you know!"
"No, Doctor!" Mister Denzel agreed.
"I have read Doctor Kessler's recent report on the animal models used in Projec JG," Sanmer commented, "the biochemical results appear to be...promising."
"It is a fantastic model, Doctor," the orca replied, "and if the compound does live up to our expectations, we could be looking at a great breakthrough in the psychotrophics market. The specificity of the agonist action cannot be even compared to the older generations of medicines."
Sanmer nodded politely.
"It Is certainly a promising compound, especially in this in vivo stage," the arctic fox stated, "I am quite confident that the results will be impressive, once you go into the next phase of testing."
"I do think so, Doctor!" the orca exclaimed. "With your continued support, I am sure that it will be a great boon for the entire company!"
Sanmer chuckled. He rolled the steaming cup in his paw, holding it carefully so as not to burn his palm.
"It is one of the many projects of note currently being undertaken," Sanmer stated, "It does not pay good fortune to put everything into one basket, so to speak..."
"Certainly!" the orca nodded enthusiastically.
Sanmer flicked his ears at his guest.
"You are very...agreeing," he noted. "Perhaps you are trying to get my good graces, Mister Denzel."
The orca looked down guiltily.
"I would never imply that I would attempt to gain personal favor!" the orca honked. "I am simply very happy about this opportunity to talk about my work with you, and your own great work, Doctor!"
Sanmer nodded briefly.
"I understand," he stated, "of course one can understand what this might look like for anyone else who is hoping for an opportunity such as this..."
"And I understand that it is a rare opportunity, especially for someone such as me who has only been with the company for a relatively brief time," Mister Denzel explained.
Sanmer chuckled.
"I have learned to delegate such matters mostly to others," he said, "you see, I am a very busy man, as you suggest as well..."
"And hence I am especially grateful for this opportunity, Doctor!"
Sanmer's tail flipped about his knees. He was starting to feel tired with the orca's verbal ass-kissing. He had expected it, but the killer whale was certainly not making it in any way subtle. Sanmer was used to his junior staff fawning over him, thinking of him in such terms, but sometimes even the fox wanted a...challenge. The orca was not the case.
"I do not doubt it, Mister Denzel," the fox mused, "Your contribution to the science done here at Sanmer Pharmaceuticals has been considerable, and I am sure you will also be helping me in the future as well..."
"To the best of my ability, of course, Doctor!"
Sanmer snickered. The orca looked quizzically at him. Sanmer's laugh slowly subsided into just a smirk over his vulpine muzzle.
"Hmm...I think you will..."
"Yes?" the orca quizzed.
Sanmer put his paws onto the armrests of the cozy chair, and looked at the orca now.
"My employees are sometimes required to make great personal sacrifices in the name of science, and for the advancement of their careers in this Company," Sanmer said,"and I do wonder I you have what it takes for that...particular level of advancement."
"I will do my utmost - "
Sanmer silenced him with a raised paw.
"Perhaps you will," the arctic fox said, "as long as the compound kicks in..."
The orca let out a surprised honk.
"Doctor?" he quizzed.
Sanmer lifted his tea cup close to his nosepad and inhaled deeply. The scent of the tea was ambrosia to him, and he didn't hide any of his enjoyment of the aroma. Afterwards, he looked at the orca.
"The tea you just consumed had 1 milligam of Compound S104 diluted into the drink," Sanmer noted. "By now, the compound should have been absorbed by your gastrointestinal tract and entered into your central nervous system through the blood-brain barrier."
The orca gawked and honked.
"What are you saying!" he yelped.
"Even as we speak, the Compound S104 is working its way through the cerebral cortex and binding itself into the neurotransmitter receptors...a bit like the antipsychotic you are developing, although the applications of S104 might not be quite as noble, should it enter any mass production stage..."
"W-what - "
Sanmer snickered again. The orca's confusion was a pleasure to observe. He could see the beginnings of other effects as well. The orca's pupils had grown dilated, even more so than the relatively low level of light in the den would have otherwise caused. His skin appeared to glisten, too, over his perfectly smooth head and where else the arctic fox saw bare skin. The tail fin flopped about near the floor in what could have been agitation.
"The previous tests have been quite successful, but I am always interested in seeing how different brain neurochemistries react to the compound," the fox murmured. "You will be the first orca I am testing S104 on..."
The orca looked at the tea cup still held in his hands, and then at the fox who was still smiling ever so sweetly.
"Y-you - "
He made a move to get up, but the fox let out a little bark that stopped him.
"Sit," he said.
The orca did as he was told. Sanmer was pleased by that, although he did grief for the tea stain on the carpet that appeared when the orca dropped his cup and the remains of his spiked hot beverage spilled everywhere.
"Oh dear..." the arctic fox mused.
"S-Sanmer..."
"It appears that the compound is affecting your verbal skills, Mister Denzel," Sanmer observed. Ever the scientist, even if a mischievous one, he knew that the security cameras would record everything for his later analysis. The sensors imbedded into the walls would also be measuring the orca's respiration rate, his sweating, and his body temperature, as well as any other body functions that could be remotely sensed. He was rather proud of that particularly expensive piece of hardware that was now helping him in this brand new game.
"But worry not, Mister Denzel, no harm will come for you," the fox's voice was almost soothing, "it is what you want, isn't it? To help your boss?"
The orca blinked. His eyes had a dull gleam to them, as if he wasn't quite sure what he was looking at when he stared at the fox still seated next to him.
"Yes," said the orca.
"Say that again," Sanmer ordered.
"Yes..." said the orca scientist.
"I am so very glad that I added the special clause to your work contracts where you agree to taking part in some...special product testing, when requested...and you said yes...yes, yes..."
Sanmer sipped from his tea. He was eager to continue his experiment, but it would be a shame to waste good tea, either. The orca did not appear to be going anywhere, in any case. He simply stared ahead of him and looked quite content.
"You will be the sixth test subject, actually. Subject Six...the sixth of many more to come, I hope...although we'll see. Perhaps I will have to modify the formula and start all over again with S105. But we shall see. You will help me with that."
"Yes..."
"Maybe you should call me Sir," Sanmer commented. "I find that to be most useful for moments like this."
"Yes, Sir."
Sanmer smirked once again.
"Now that does sound very good," he flicked his ears in agreement. "I like how it sounds...like you're not quite sure why you are saying it, but you have an utter need to please me...obey me..."
The orca let out a muffled honk through his blowhole.
"...just let the feeling come, and embrace it...enjoy the freedom of not thinking..." Sanmer murmured.
"Uh..."
"Such power..." Sanmer said, "I am sure any government would pay me an unimaginable sum of money for the formula, once I perfect it...the ability to create complete obedience."
The fox shook his head briefly. His pleats ruffled about against the backrest.
"Maybe such power should not exist..."
His audience of one was quiet, and possibly no longer capable of appreciating the moral dilemma that Sanmer proposed with his words.
"...or if it does...put into capable paws..."
Sanmer finished his tea with a final sip and put his cup down to the plastic tray. He'd have to get the maintenance to clean up the mess the orca had made. For now he had other things to attend to. He moved to face the orca, standing some distance away from the chair. The city lights silhouetted him, with his back to the great panel window.
"Stand up."
The orca stood up without hesitation.
"Balance unaffected..." Sanmer mused. "Close your eyes."
The orca's tail fin swung behind him, but he remained standing.
"Open your eyes."
Again, he obeyed.
"Very good," Sanmer noted, "very good indeed. Not acting all zombie-like..."
"I'm...not ....zombie..." the orca said.
Sanmer chuckled.
"No you're not," he said, "but for the next few hours, you will follow my every command and eventually you won't remember anything that happened during that time...the amnesia is a side effect that I am sure would be of great interest to any potential user..."
The fox wagged his tail.
"Follow me. We have to go somewhere else. Have to get you into something more comfortable than that suit. And drier. You've made a mess."
Sanmer looked at the dark stain on the orca's pants leg where the tea had soaked the fabric wet to the skin.
"Follow."
He took a few steps and then looked behind his shoulder. The large orca was walking behind him. Sanmer smiled.
"Come on, come on!"
The orca followed him through the doors and into the antechamber. Another pair of doors took them to a room set up as an office. It was very sparsely decorated, with only a desk and a computer sitting on it.
"Maybe I should have showed you around before you were dosed," Sanmer noted, "you might have appreciated this."
He walked over to a bare wall and pressed his palms against it. The touch activated a secret mechanism that lit up the entire wall panel and then, once the security system had identified him from his pad prints, the entire panel split and its halves slid inside the wall.
"Welcome to the lair...Mister Denzel..."
The lights came up upon their entry. The doors moved back into place as soon as Sanmer's orca guest was inside the new room. His eyes were steady ahead of him and did not jump about the room, although Sanmer was sure that in his normal mindset he would have been gawking at the contents of this space. Calling it a 'lair' was not a misnomer, even if 'dungeon' would have also been rather descriptive of its purpose.
The owner of the room had furnished it for all sorts of erotic play. There was a variety of furniture, both regular and the sort obviously meant for the purpose of tying people down onto them. Racks held costumes and accessories in many sensual materials, both for their visual appeal and the way they felt when touching bare skin. Cabinets with glass doors were packed with implements of pain, pleasure, and pleasurable pain, just waiting to be used.
"Stop here."
The orca did as he was told. Sanmer stepped in front of him.
"Let's look at you now..."
The orca did not resist while the arctic fox put his paws on his chest and felt the orca up. Sanmer let out an approving giggle.
"Hmm...good, thick orca blubber..." his tail wagged about happily, "you're such a big boy..."
The orca did not look like he appreciated the compliment, nor the fondling paws on his chest. Sanmer did not pay heed to this indifference. He had seen many interesting reactions to the compound, and the orca's response was not entirely unexpected.
"Notsure if there's a lot of muscle here, but the blubber...blub blub..."
Sanmer giggled to himself again. He was growing more aroused by the moment, enjoying the feel of thick orca-butt under his clapping palm. The suit, as amusing as it was, was slowly becoming a hindrance to the arctic fox's diabolical plans.
"...nice big boy..."
He rounded the orca and tugged on his tail without worry. He liked the thickness of the tail fin in question, and the mild honking noise the orca made, like a reflex, when he was yanked at. Sanmer let out an approving yip.
"Mister Temple wasn't as amusing as you are being now...boy..."
Sanmer felt a surge of excitement, addressing the man who was definitely not a teenager, and much bigger than him too, in such a manner. The orca's higher brain functions were so muddled by S104 that any embarrassment in his part simply wasn't happening. His naughty boss drew enjoyment from that as well.
"Complete suggestibility..." Sanmer stated for posterity, to himself, "reduced self-awareness..."
Sanmer grabbed pawfuls of orca-butt and squeezed the lush buns through the cheap cloth of the killer whale's suit.
"Maybe I should hire more orcas..." the fox opined.
Simple groping was fun, but he wanted to feel more, and of course to see more as well.
"Strip," he said. "Your motor skills should be up to the task. The compound does not impair them."
The orca looked at him quietly.
"Take off your clothes," Sanmer repeated himself. "It appears that the language skills, on the other paw..."
The message appeared to get through this time around. The orca began to unbutton his suit jacket, doing what he was told to.
"I'm sure you'll manage," Sanmer commented, "I need to get something for you...I reserved it especially for you..."
The arctic fox laughed cheerfully to himself. While he was keen to see the process of disrobing, he also wanted to get the show underway. A few further preparations were required to ensure that everything would go according to his plans.
Sanmer trusted the orca to continue to disrobe while he walked to the other end of the room. There was a panel not entirely unlike the one he had used to make the spiked tea earlier on, but this served another purpose. His pawprint opened this orifice as well, and the niche behind it contained a stainless steel cylinder. It was quite heavy, and warm to touch when he lifted the cylinder from its storage unit.
"I've cooked up a new batch of this just for the occasion!" Sanmer announced cheerfully. Upon his return, he found the orca shirtless and opening the buttons of his pants. The fox let out an approving yip at the sight of the killer whale's bare body. He found the slick-looking skin to be very sensual, both to look and feel, and the curves of his muscles were easily visible and coated with some of the blubber the arctic fox especially liked.
"Well look at you..." the fox murmured, "I was right picking you exactly...you will do very well...such a splendid whale..."
The orca did not stop his given task, even with the arctic fox talking to him. His pants dropped and revealed a pair of simple white underwear. Sanmer found the sight to be surprisingly sexy. There was something oddly attractive about such a choice for undergarments, such non-pretentious and...daddy...like in that respect. Just something he threw on and didn't think anything else of it.
"Hmm...I've got something very special for you to wear tonight," Sanmer told the orca, "It is almost a shame to hide all that...but it's also going to be so very sexy..."
He liked the knowledge that the orca would not remember it. The only record would be in his own mind, as well as the camera footage he intended to review many times in the future.
The killer whale scientist was oblivious to Sanmer's private chatter. He'd been given a task, and his addled brain insisted on getting it done before he would start processing anything else. The arctic fox's eyes observed hungrily on the simple act of slipping down that cute pair of daddy underwear and to reveal the rest of the orca's body.
"Very good..."
Sanmer put the cylinder down to a nearby steel cart and approached the orca again. He wanted to feel the sweaty skin once more before proceeding. The excess perspiration was a side effect of the compound he had noted early on. It was entirely harmless, after all, in no way affecting the end result. In a way it even made it better, especially on someone with such shiny, bare skin like the orca. Sanmer couldn't resist the temptation to run his paws over the slick surface, to feel those thick killer whale pecs and squeeze them much like he had toyed with the orca's ass before.
"Hmmm...I am sure you won't mind the sacrifice you have to make...it is for science, after all..." Sanmer told the orca.
His fingers slipped down over the orca's belly and then to rub on the slit on his groin. He could feel the firm shape of the internal gonads beneath the orca's smooth skin. Sanmer pressed his palm over them to see if it would coax an erection out of his dazed employee.
"...and science is done here...hard science..."
He swatted the orca's butt. The sound that his palm made slapping down on the round rear was a satisfying one for the arctic fox. The orca did not complaint about such slappy happy behavior.
"Not too hard though...not now..." Sanmer rubbed the newly ruddy rump, as if regretting the earlier swat.
"Maybe soon..." he squeezed the same smarting ass cheek.
The feel of the orca's body made the scientist fox very aroused. He could only barely resist the urge to hump the orca little, to create more intimate friction between their bodies.
Soon, he reminded himself again.
"Let me introduce you to a new friend you will become very familiar with," Sanmer told the orca as he walked over to the cart with the cylinder sitting on top of it. "Come here."
He gestured at the now naked orca who stood amid the strewn articles of clothing.
"Here!"
Mister Denzel moved slowly to the indicated place and waited. Sanmer's tail wagged away. He touched the top of the container to open a series of latches on it, with a tap. The container let out a hiss when some gas escaped from it. The noise was only clue to this happening. Sanmer stepped away.
"Open the cylinder."
The nude orca followed his command. The lid opened easily, even with his slightly slow fingers.
"Put your hand inside it and hold it there. It will not cause you any discomfort."
The senior scientist did as he was told. His hand and arm disappeared into the steel container. His fingers likely reached the bottom of it, when the movement stopped and remained still, as per the order.
"Keep it there. Don't move. Let it...get acquainted."
The arctic fox giggled.
"I know it feels odd...but you will get used to it. Everyone has so far...you will as well...just let it happen. It won't care if you struggle, although I know you won't. You'll just do like everyone else did...and let it have you..."
The fox was almost babbling. The whole prospect excited him, and having to wait, even if only a brief moment now, was starting to feel taxing to him. He knew that he had to have patience, a final little stretch of time after which it all would begin to make sense.
The orca let out a churr.
Sanmer's ears perked.
"Yes...you're getting it...just let it happen...it's how it happens every time...just let it come for you...Doctor Denzel...boy..."
Sanmer's eyes were transfixed on the orca's arm where it disappeared into the container. He knew what to expect, but it still gave him a wonderful thrill. Little tendrils of silver, like an intricate pattern of lace was rising along the orca's bare limb. They moved upwards, apparently against the laws of physics that dictated how fluids were meant to behave. The silver droplets and streams did not obey. They moved happily upon the smooth skin,sometimes even dancing and winding about each other to weave most intricate lines on the woozy orca's arm.
"Lovely...just lovely..."
The silver tracks reached the orca's shoulder. Near his wrist, the part still immersed in the container, the silver threads had grown solid. It looked like the orca wore a silver-colored glove there, but this particular glove was still a work in progress, moving along his arm.
"Take him...take him good..." Sanmer murmured in awe.
The silver threads were gaining strength and size now that they had established some ground on the orca's skin. Finger-thick ripples of living silver painted their way over the scientist's shoulder and then spread onto his chest in several thinner rivulets, like a splash of color on the black and white skin on the killer whale's body. A tentative trickle was already on its way up to the orca's neck as well.
"Beautiful science..." Sanmer exclaimed.
The orca remained still, even with the silver liquid flowing freely over his body. It made many happy paths down his chest and abdomen, where it parted to start its inevitable spread onto his legs.
Sanmer moved closer. He knew he would not attract the silver's attention for the moment. He wanted to see it from different angles, spy how the orca's back became engulfed, or how the fluid snaked along towards the base of the thick tail fin. It looked like somehow was pouring the stuff on him, the way it traveled particular paths before the trickles joined up to make broader strokes of silver on the black and white body. It started to look like the scientist had been dipped on it, with great and greater areas now fully covered. Sanmer saw it rise like a collar about the orca's neck and knew that soon one of his favorite parts would be upon them.
For that he moved so that he could stand face to face with the woozy orca. His large eyes stared unseeingly, perhaps entirely oblivious to the fact that the strange silvery goo was wrapping itself on him. The thick, viscous liquid flowed and spread into branches over his chin, to begin to form a silver helmet about the orca's smooth head.
"Yes...yes..."
The liquid silver rushed onto its destination over the crown of the orca's head. It even covered the confused-looking eyes and left only an even surface on that part of the orca's face. The fluid even trickled into the orca's open maw and turned his lips to the same shade of silver that now dominated his entire visage. Only small patches of the regular black and white skin remained visible, and even there the silver flood was gaining ground fast.
"UMPH!"
The orca let out a sudden, final honk when the silver fluid encircled the blowhole on the top of his head and formed its uniform sheen over that as well. He drew a surprised breath through his maw that remained open and unobstructed by the silver goo.
Sanmer felt almost giddy with excitement. The orca looked even sexier than he could have imagined...let alone in all those pieces of digital art he had browsed for amusement, which had partially been the inspiration for conducting such an experiment in the first place. Those pictures were now embodied in the orca standing in front of him, covered entirely in the sheen of freely flowing silver.
It was time to see just how smart the smart material really was, Sanmer thought."
"Control mode," Sanmer announced, "all fours, boy."
The words from the arctic fox's mouth compelled the liquid to move the limbs that it sheathed. His hand was finally yanked out of the container where the silver goo resided before finding a new home on the orca's skin. His arms and legs worked on their own accord now, passively manipulated by the thin, if strong full body cover. Sanmer's command made the orca move and settle to the floor, first just on his knees, then practically falling forward until the new rubber drone was ready in the position the arctic fox desired for him.
Sanmer behold this sight, and grinned almost goofily. The orca looked fantastic to him, rippling silver and all that delicious blubber underneath it now. The drugged scientist remained on this position, blindfolded and featureless but for the shape of his body that the silver goo did not obscure. The smart material had ensured that it looked like the killer whale had simply been painted with it.
The arctic fox wasn't going to be satisfied with just looking. He stepped up to his new rubber drone and ran his paws over the top of the orca's head and shoulder to feel the perfectly smooth texture. Any press let him feel the muscles and blubber, under the double layer of goo and skin.
"Ohhh..."
Sanmer wanted to feel more, and he knew exactly what to do. The arctic fox was quick to shed his own clothing, which he threw haphazardly all around himself. White fur contrasted with the smooth, reflective silver goo. Sanmer's healthy erection was a cheerful shade of pink.
"Beautiful rubber boy..."
The orca was large enough that the fox could simply climb on top of him and straddle his new drone, quite easily so. Sanmer rumbled happily when his boner pressed onto the wonderfully textured rubber. It made him throb and flex, and want to hump the orca's back to feel his own body slide against the rubber that now enclosed the killer whale.
"Hhmmmmhh..." he nuzzled into the orca's neck and inhaled the scent of the goo. It had a particular smell to it, the material, although not quite like real latex rubber, but none the less somewhat strong and pungent enough to bring him extra pleasure. The orca beneath him was very solid, and so beautiful for the fox who could never get tired of rubber, bondage, and them in any combination thereof. Wriggling himself on top of the new rubber drone was fantastic.
"I should give you a raise for this..." Sanmer crooned near the spot where he knew the orca's ear was enclosed in the rubber, "well...almost...you already do receive a filthy amount of money each month for the antipsychotics work..."
Sanmer giggled rudely.
"...hmmmmm...almost a shame you won't remember any of this..."
But Sanmer liked that, too. He already looked forward to the pleasure of chatting with the orca, with the secret of knowledge just how the scientist had helped Sanmer in his own very personal research. And he hadn't even begun all the tests he had decided to conduct during this mischievous night.
"Control mode, "he announced, "release."
The body underneath him relaxed when the tension in the rubber suddenly subsided and allowed the orca's muscles to move again on their own accord. He had been in the same position for some time and now his body, in its complaint, felt the urge to flop down. Sanmer rode on the orca's back during this as well. All those muscles flexed when the position changed, yet Sanmer's earlier order to the orca meant that he was still trying to stay in that very place.
"Control mode. Gag and sleeve, activate."
The most immediate reaction was a muffled sound made by the orca, through his maw that remained open for him to breathe through. Sanmer knew that things were happening there as well. The ripples of silver goo flowed into the maw, past the little encroachment that covered the orca's lips and began to spread onto his palate and even over the scientist's tongue. Sanmer knew that the delicate layer would not impede the orca's breathing, but it would stop him from closing his maw at will. Yet the arctic fox suspected the exclamation was not due to happening on that end of the orca's body but on the other, rather.
"Heh heh..."
Sanmer moved about and still remained on top of the orca, though facing towards his silver-encrusted tail for now. He liked how that made his cock rub merrily onto the slick material, and to the blubber on the orca's back. His nimble paws handled the thick tail end out of the way so that he could peer over the roundness of the scientist's ass and look under his tail.
"Peekaboo!" Sanmer giggled to himself. He was the sort of a fur to like looking into places he wasn't supposed to, and taking a good _hard_peep at the rubber orca's butt was definitely something he enjoyed. The great killer whale buns were now covered in the same silvery material that clung skin-tight onto his entire body. It even licked along the orca's taint and dimpled his asshole inwards. Sanmer's eyes were drawn directly onto the sunken spot that showed where the pink hole had previously sat, now slightly puckered inwards where the liquid silver entered his body. Sanmer licked his lips at the sight of the hole forced open by the rubber.
"I hope you are enjoying this as much as I do..."
Sanmer reached out and wriggled his finger against the killer whale's hole. The smooth rubber meant that his index finger slipped easily through the opening and then inside the newly goo-lined tunnel.
_"Hmmmmh!"_huffed the orca.
Sanmer knew that the killer whale's moan wasn't because of his finger, most likely, but rather due to what was happening deeper inside his rump. The tendril of silver goo in his ass was designed to form into something more further down, to provide some extra internal stimulation. Sanmer's raunchy mind imagined the rubber tongue probing away on the orca's sensitive insides, twirling and moving according to a preset randomized pattern which meant that every moment something new and unexpected would happen in the orca's guts. It was no wonder that the orca's tunnel flexed and clenched around the digit he poked into the killer whale's ass.
"Yes...must be really nice for you...and for me..."
The arctic fox flopped down to his feet again and moved to the other end of the killer whale, still on all fours. He was rumbling happily when he gripped the orca's head and gently nudged it upwards.
"Control mode. Eyes open."
Parts of the rubber covering the orca's head opened, like irises, to reveal his eyes. They seemed almost disembodied, looking out of the rubbery shell with the slightly woozy gaze that the mind control drug caused. Sanmer knew that the creation of new memories was impaired during the duration of the drug's effect.
"Pity...maybe you would like this..."
Sanmer gripped the base of his shaft and tapped his leaking cock against the orca's rubber snout. He already loved how that felt, and knew something that'd be even better. The orca's maw gaped open thanks to the goo that had flowed into it and formed a kind of a gag, shaped so that the arctic fox could simply slip his cock past the round, rubbery lips and into the warm hole.
"Hhmmmhh..." his tail shot up and wagged when his dick slid into the warm rubber tunnel. IT formed a wonderfully tight hole for him that gripped onto his shaft and massaged every inch, heated by the orca's own body warmth that the smart goo gladly accepted.
"Ahh...hmmm...hhh...ruffff!" the arctic fox barked out.
The smooth tunnel felt so good...and it even sounded sexy for the fox. The rubber squeaked with the quick thrusts that followed. Sanmer's ears flicked happily. The warmth and the wonderful texture of the smart material meant that it wasn't like fucking one of those inanimate toys they sold at sex toys. He knew that he was sticking his dick into a real living, breathing orca whom he had turned into his very own personal toy. He was thrusting most of his length into him already, and still he wanted more, balls swaying away.
"Control mode," Sanmer gasped, "blowhole...open..."
The smart material identified the peculiar orifice on the top of the orca's head and allowed the goo to part. Sanmer heard the intake of breath and knew that he could now safely ram himself all the way in, knot and all, into the orca's maw.
"Ahh..."
The orca's maw clenched around the arctic fox' shaft. His was wonderfully erotic, and the white-furred vulpine knew he could make it only better from then on.
"Control mode," he rumbled away, without missing a thrust, "teaser ...activate...synchronized mode."
As much as the name implied, this function of the smart goo's programming was not to the direct benefit of anyone enjoying his holes. Instead, the teaser was designed to stimulate the rubber suit's wearer by applying a combination of vibration and stroking onto the user's genitals. Right now, Sanmer knew, delicate tendrils of the goo would move and begin to massage the orca's rubbered-up package. The material would roll back and forth and stimulate the internal testicles and the highly sensitive shaft still contained in his vent. Sanmer was going to make sure that it would stay well closed into the living rubber suit, teased but not released.
It would only make it better.
"Uhhhm!"
Even the orca's surprised moans and mumbles were transmitted through the goo in his maw and onto Sanmer's happily throbbing cock. Sanmer knew how infuriatingly teasing the smart rubber could be, playing with the most sensitive nerve endings of a man's sensual package. It could drive you almost mad with lust, the need and desire to cum and skirting the edge of an orgasm for hours on end, without the climax coming until the permission was finally given.
If it was up to Sanmer, he would make sure that the orca would be teased for a very long time. Unfortunately it would not do for the killer whale scientist to suddenly disappear from work just so that Sanmer could watch him wobble around in his new rubber outfit.
Perhaps Sanmer Pharmaceuticals should advertise for a new position open at the company.
Sanmer's paws fondled the orca's head while he continued to face-fuck his maw. He knew that every thrust sent a teasing tingle down to the killer whale's dick. The sensors throughout the liquid goo ensured that the fox-cock pumping into his maw would make it feel like pleasurable fingers stroking along the orca's groin. At the same time, the silvery snake in his ass prodded and poked in the orca's prostate, stretched his hole and made sure his insides would soon be squirming alright.
He also knew a particularly nice way to sample it. The orca's maw was pleasurble, but Sanmer knew that there was a hole even better that was fully available to him.
"I'll let you taste some cum later...right now it has to go in your ass, boy..."
He was tempted to do some more fingering, but his aching cock made the decision for him. Sanmer grabbed the orca's long tail and draped it over one shoulder while he guided himself into the pouty rubberhole that awaited him.
"_Hrrrrr!"_the orca trilled.
Sanmer wasn't sure whether that was because of his cock sliding into the deliciously tight ass or the resulting teasing stroking along the orca's own trapped member. The rubber sleeve covering the insides of the orca's rectum squeezed down on him and encouraged Sanmer to thrust himself deeper, to make sure that it was his shaft pressing onto the orca's prostate and not the thick end of the rubber sleeve that now opened into a funnel to allow Sanmer's cock to enter as deep as he wanted.
"Hmmmm..."
Sanmer nuzzled onto the orca's rubber tail and kept pumping himself in and out of the killer whale's rear. The tightness attracted him to thrust ever harder into the orca's plump rear, every move cushioned by the blubber that Sanmer found so pleasurable to feel under his smacking hips. The rubber sleeve made the orca's hole so open and pliable that even his knot passed easily into the carefully stretched ass, popped past the hole and then sank deep to the point that his groin mashed with the orca's taint every time he buried himself to the hilt.
Sanmer's balls tingled. He knew that every thrust was torture for the orca, whose own balls, vent and cock were being teased by every move he made himself. The arctic fox's golden pleats swung wildly behind him when he pounded the orca's ass in his own lust.
"Hhyes..."
"HONK!"
The orca's ass was really starting to take a punishment with the lupine knot making its way back and forth through the grip of his anus. Sanmer grunted and huffed, and only barely kept back the yips that came from being greatly aroused. Fucking the orca's ass was one of the best things he had felt recently, and he was making the best of the whole experience. The squeaking of the rubber surrounding him was what made it so very special.
The very noise generated by screwing the orca was pushing Sanmer towards the final edge. His claws pressed onto the silver rubber blubber-butt but couldn't break the surface. He could grip as hard as he could and not do harm.
His balls churned.
"...yes..."
"HHONK!"
The orca grew overwhelmed by the sensation of the knot slamming in once more. Newly stimulated nerve endings exploded with feeling, but the suit made sure he would not be getting anything but blue balls out of it. With Sanmer's knotty cock in place, his balls could finally unload their offering into the orca's rear. His seed pumped out of him and inside the orca's tunnel, in long spurts that left the rest of him as physically drained as his balls were. Yet the orca was perfect to collapse onto, for a weary arctic fox, once he had the capacity for conscious thought return to him. For a moment the fox played with the idea that he might have accidentally absorbed some of the special mind control agent the orca had been dosed with, and was heading towards a similar state. It was almost an amusing thought for him. Maybe the orca was enjoying it, the blissful freedom from all thought and the heavy duties of his work.
Sanmer migh've been enjoying the afterglow, but there was still a lot more left to him, he thought. He pulled out of the rubber butt with a plop and then promptly climbed on top of his new drone again. His slimy cock rubbed onto the smooth silvery surface and almost made him yip again.
"Hmmmhh...such a beautiful toy..."
Sanmer humped his still very much erect shaft onto the erotically whimpering orca's back and licked the spot where he knew an ear was hidden.
"...we still have many experiments to run, boy..."
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