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It probably would have been a good idea to read the fine print. And the finer print, written even smaller below that. On the surface, it looked like an entirely common scientific study in need of volunteers. There were plenty of those posted around town, especially near the campus. The compensation was good, and it looked like they were flexible about scheduling. Mahiri signed himself and Cherno up for it with hardly a second thought. The deer wouldn't mind his springing on such a promising opportunity like that without asking him first, he figured. He'd be thankful for catching such a promising opportunity before it was gone! That was how the leopard assumed it would go, anyway. What he did not expect was for the both of them to wake up stripped naked and strapped to a table in some darkly-lit laboratory without any sort of memories of how they got there.

The first thing was figuring out where they were. Mahiri's vision was still clearing, blurred and swirling, but he could see well enough in the dark to take in his surroundings. He was stretched out in an X, his wrists and ankles bound tightly in place by thick leather straps, and a glance to his side revealed Cherno was too. The deer was still waking up, looking groggy and disoriented himself. All around them were stacks of blinking, incomprehensible equipment, humming and buzzing, crackling with the power that was running through them all. He saw consoles, monitors, at least a hundred different unlabelled switches, but he did not see any windows or any other indication of their location. There was no sound but for the gentle whirring of dozens of indeterminate machines, screens blinking and flickering with numbers and figures he couldn't have deciphered even with an extended stare. The light was low, buzzing overhead, and there was a lingering warm scent of herbs, or perhaps freshly brewed tea. It wasn't as calming as it might normally have been.

Tugging at his restraints was the next order of business. They were on tight, barely giving him any wiggle room, but they weren't cutting off his circulation at least. He was tied down with precision, and certainly not getting away anytime soon. Before he could call out for help, he was startled when a nightmarish beak darted into his vision, belonging to a tall figure clad all in noisy leather. He thought they must have been a bird, but that wasn't a face. It was an elaborate black and silver mask, shrouding the wearer's figures with a long, pointed beak that looked to be made of solid metal. Behind the glass of the mask's round eyeholes, something glowed an unnatural green, reflecting through but concealing the face of whoever wore it. A female voice exclaimed brightly.

"Ah! You're awake, very good. I had worried you might sleep all night, and there is so much to be done!"

Finding himself mostly immobilized and naked in the secret lab of a plague doctor was not a recipe for a calm feline, and Mahiri was writhing madly when he saw her, expending too much energy and getting nowhere.

"W-what? Who are you? I don't ... where am ... "

His panic welled up so thick he could hardly get his sentences out. The doctor, if she really was one, reached out a hand covered by a leather glove and ran her fingers along his cheek.

"Is something alarming you? I do hope my lovely assistant wasn't rough in bringing you here. She does tend to be ... enthusiastic, about her work. But who am I to judge?"

She gave a chuckle that he didn't return and went on.

"Speaking of. Anna, darling!" she called over her shoulder. "The subjects are ready!"

A few seconds passed in ominous silence, until the steady thud of approaching boots preceded the heavy clank of a large metal door being opened. Mahiri couldn't see from where he was, but someone entered, their presence heavy and loud, their every breath seemingly filtered through some sort of respirator or gas mask. Something about that tickled a faded memory, though he couldn't quite place where he'd heard it before. He still couldn't get a good look at them. The doctor helped with that when she stepped around him and between the two tables, holding her arms out in an elaborate pose. For all the panic, he couldn't help but admire the way her ankle-length leather cloak hugged tightly to her frame, revealing a soft and curvy body beneath the all-concealing outfit.

"Do you have a preference? I'm happy to let you choose who to start with."

There was another silence, before another female voice answered, lower than the first, and made more intimidating by the muffled filter over every word.

"That one."

Mahiri couldn't see who she picked.

"Excellent! The cat is all mine for now then, how fitting!" the doctor answered. "I ought to introduce myself. I am Doctor Victoria Black, and Anna over there shall be helping us with our experiments today. I must thank you again for volunteering."

Cherno finally seemed coherent, finding his voice, albeit a small, squeaky one.

"Volunteering?"

"Of course!" Victoria said. "As I recall, Mahiri here signed you both up at once. I presume he would have told you about it."

The deer blinked, turning his head as much as he could to cast a disbelieving look over at the leopard. He didn't get any words out before he was confronted by the other looming figure in the room. Anna too was an entirely concealed by her outfit, one slightly less elaborate than Victoria's vintage look. She was just as tall, though her posture had her slouching and lacking the regality of the doctor, and her figure was bulkier and broader. A long, dark hooded jacket covered much of her, and she was wearing a pair of black leather gloves, decorated with studs and spikes. She was breathing through a facemask, one that completely concealed her features, leaving Cherno staring only at the black lenses she looked through without so much a hint of what she really looked like. The design didn't help him feel better about the situation, elaborately metalcrafted into a broad, snarling set of steel fangs with two big tusks beside the breathing filters. It hardly seemed scientific.

Cherno flinched away from Anna's approach, the table rattling slightly beneath him, but it was solidly built. He wasn't going to be able to rock it off its legs when it might as well have been bolted to the ground. The assistant was simply looming, seeming to be staring at him before reaching out to run two gloved fingers along his chest. He held his breath, while her own muffled breathing grew slightly shaky with unconcealed lust. Cherno bit his lip and stopped his struggling, instead holding very still. Something about Anna just put him off, making him feel like he was in terrible danger if he so much as moved the wrong way, and he didn't even know what she looked like. There was barely-restrained hostility in her body language, but he could tell from the way she ran her fingers over his short fur that she wanted him for more than just scientific purposes.

"I believe you're making him nervous, Anna," Victoria chided. "If this experiment is to be successful, then we will need them calm. Given they were recently sedated, we shall have to do so manually."

Anna just grunted, looking over to the doctor with a shrug.

"I guess. I'd rather skip ahead a few steps."

"There's nothing to be learned from a panicked subject, dear!" the doctor said, before turning her attention back to Mahiri.

The leopard had been watching her with a mix of fear and admiration, his bare sheath giving a few stray twitches when his gaze lingered on her leatherclad assets for too long. There was something about that outfit. The way it reflected the light, or the sounds it made, or the striking strangeness of that mask ... there was something so appealing exotic about it, even dangerous. He couldn't hide what it was doing to him, stretched out like that, though the effects remained no less subtle than his sheath growing a little plumper. She leaned her beak in closer, until it was all but touching him, leaving his nose twitching as she hovered near, listening to her slow breathing filtered through her beak. Her voice came softer than before, almost whispered, though there was still a little natural grit to it.

"Now, feline friend. I know this is unusual. But you signed up for this, quite literally. Neither of us will do you any harm, I assure you. We wish only to learn a few things, with your help."

He wanted to say something, but his thoughts kept colliding into one another. Why the outfit? The restraints? The mysterious room with no windows, where no outside sound could penetrate? It felt like they were a hundred stories underground. He had a thousand questions, but she simply shushed him when he made noise, and he felt compelled to obey. Her movements became slower, drawn out and deliberate, and he watched her raise her hands above his face, slowly coming down with the rustle of leather, pressing each of her fingers to his features, one at a time. The gentle pressure of those leather digits put an immediate calming sensation into him as if by magic, one complimented by the tingle running through his scalp.

"Good kitty. It will all be alright," she assured him in that hushed voice. "Perhaps a beaking will help you relax? It is a very potent treatment, I have found. Enough to put some subjects to sleep on the spot."

He knew better than to ask her what that was. It was evident soon enough, when she leaned in closer with an extended sigh, glazing her fingers down his cheeks to make room for the pointed tip of her mask. It wasn't sharp, instead smooth and rounded, but it still made for a pleasant scraping sensation against his face. He closed his eyes and let her poke and rub at him with her beak, listening to the sound of it against his skin and fur. There was that tingle again, coming like a sudden spark of pleasure, gone as soon as it began, but rolling from his scalp all the way down to his shoulders and his spine before it faded. Tap, stroke, and scritch went the doctor's beak, and against every semblance of reason, Mahiri's muscles were loosening, his body sinking down onto the table he was strapped to as he sighed with uncertain relief. With just a few soothing touches she had lifted a burden of worry and tension from him, letting him forget all the highly suspicious circumstances surrounding the situation.

"There we are. Breathe in, and now out. I can tell already that you are an exceptional test subject. You were very kind to volunteer for us. I promise you won't regret it."

Anna wasn't quite so gentle. Cherno wasn't feeling any better when he watched her cracking her spiked knuckles above, looking like she was about to beat him up. She didn't actually do him any harm, instead leaning close, breathing deep, and pressing one single finger right between his eyebrows, applying firm pressure to a sensitive point that flooded him with strange sensations. It felt like liquid going through his body, like someone had splashed him with a bucket of cold water on a hot day, shocking him with the relief that such a touch could provide. She was outright aggressive with it, shifting without warning from one part of his face to another, certainly not adopting the same soothing demeanour as Victoria. Even so, with two fingers pressing into his temples, kneading those pressure points in a highly deliberate, precise fashion, he was starting to feel better about his situation.

Something about the suddenness of the motion made him think she was about to pull a knife on him when she reached into her coat. Instead, she produced a pair of small metal rods, featureless and smooth, clinking them together in the grip of one hand. His wrists were still bound, but there was some range of motion in his own hands, and she took him by his right one, turning his palm upright. First, she used a thumb, pressing deeply into some muscles he didn't even know were sore, sending a warm feeling all the way to the tips of his fingers, and she followed up with those little trinkets. The metal was slightly cool in contrast to the rest of the room, and she applied a good amount of pressure, digging extra deep into his palm, especially around the base of his thumb. It was forceful, even harsh, yet somehow she was still giving a good massage, one that soothed him with all manner of muscular relief and pleasure. He enjoyed it even if it really was a matter of her insisting he relax already so they could get on with the experiments.

When she was done with his hand, she even lifted his head up by the antlers, using two thick fingers to work the back of his neck. It was almost paralyzing, making his muscles twitch involuntarily all the way down to his hooves. They tapped against the table, still tightly bound, and while he wasn't outright moaning, he was making a little huffing noise. Such was his forced relaxation, he laid his head right back when she let him go, sighing out while she gave a snort above him. Even her harsh way of speaking couldn't make him any less relaxed, stretching out in a dreamy, fluttery state, a little smile on his lips.

"That got you quiet."

Victoria kept her own words quiet and gentle, maintaining the oddly calming atmosphere of the warmly scented room.

"There are still many more pleasures to come. Let's get you boys prepared."

She moved to a console, and touched a few buttons. They beeped and something hummed somewhere, but the only indication of anything happening was a very brief prickling sensation in both of their wrists, where they were bound by those broad leather straps. Nothing evidently changed, but Victoria seemed satisfied. She returned to the Mahiri with a new swiftness, stretching her gloved hands out, and this time her touches were more than just soothing. She ran her fingers up along the inside of his thighs, massaging at him, making him twitch a little while his lips parted for a silent whimper. If there was any doubt that she was trying to turn him on, they were firmly eradicated when she wrapped her leathered fingers around his sheath.

Anna was toying with Cherno too. She wasn't subtle about what she wanted. First she planted her palms upon his hips, squeezing inwards, and then she was playing with his balls. She cupped them, bounced them, toyed with him as much as she liked, her breath growing a little more audible through that alarming mask as she did. Part of him didn't even want to expose his cock to her, lest she take advantage of that vulnerability, but she was relatively gentle when he started firming up. Her idea of gentle was a full-fisted grip around the tip of his shaft, tugging it out, too impatient to wait for him to get hard on his own. Maybe it was the fearful situation that made him go rigid before long, growing to full between Anna's gloved fingers, letting her tug on him hard enough she was slightly lifting his hips from the table.

Victoria opened a drawer with a dramatic flourish like she were taking a bow, letting it slide out in front of her while she turned with a spin of her cloak.

"This will be something of a double experiment! I always appreciate efficiency. It happens that we both have some new creations to try out, and we can use them both at once." She hefted up a small jar, labelled with incomprehensible handwriting. "I'll make you the control group, cat. And deer - I think Anna has a new toy to show you."

She unscrewed the jar, releasing an unquestionably enticing scent into the air. There wasn't a single thing it could have been compared to, but it was thick and room-filling in a moment, sort of a watery sweetness that filled their minds with images of wet, naked bodies as clearly as if they were being projected on the wall. Victoria removed one of her long, leather gloves, though if they were hoping for a hint of the person beneath the costume, they were going to be disappointed. She had another one one beneath it, this one thinner and made of blue latex, keeping her hand concealed and the mystery unsolved. She dipped two of her fingers into the jar, squishing into some sort of jelly-like substance within, pulling them out glistening with whatever lubricating gel it was. Then she handed it off to Anna, who spent some time working with something, her back turned to the test subjects.

"This is a new formula. A prototype, but not untested. I have been quite enjoying it myself," the doctor said as she approached Mahiri.

She gave no further explanation, just taking hold of one thigh with her unlubed hand, squeezing deeply before pressing those two fingers to the base of his tail. The moment that substance made contact with his bare skin, he was immediately stricken by a massive, overwhelming tingle. It felt unbearable at first, too much pleasure for his body to even process, but he acclimatized to it in time as she massaged in a slow circle around his rim. Just a few rubs, and he was showing his teeth, baring his claws, curling his toes and testing the strength of those restraints. His body wasn't meant to feel that good, and it was only getting better as she slowly penetrated him with those lubricated digits.

The deeper she went, the more he fell into an uninhibited, recklessly aroused state. He was hard, then harder, reaching a rigidity that felt almost dangerous, rock hard and unyielding while he endured the effects of that titillating concoction. It got even more intense as she found his prostate and set to firmly, relentlessly massaging at it, stroking those fingers back and forth as she loomed above, observing him through her beaky mask. He stared back with eyes gone wild, his vision blurred and a silent snarl on his face while he writhed atop the table, slipping into pleasured convulsions with every inner stroke. His pre was leaking all over his belly, copious to the extent it was pooling there upon his fur, and he couldn't stay quiet for long. It was a strange series of noises that came from him, a mix of moaning, panting, purring, and growling, blended into a vibrating symphony as he breathlessly fought to stay coherent while she pleasured him.

"Mmmm. Highly effective. Just look at those readings!" She admired some numbers on a nearby monitor before turning back to the leopard. "I know you'd love to cum for me right now, but I gave you a little something to hold that back. Don't worry. You'll enjoy it even more later."

Mahiri's response was just a desperate whimper, his eyes going wide with what looked like horror to be told he wasn't even going to be allowed his release yet. He needed it badly. His body was caught in twitching, spasming chaos, uncontrollable, manic, despairing for the orgasm she'd milked him towards. He got no mercy from her, as she added a slow, slick leather-textured handjob to the fingering, rubbing at his swollen cock while she tormented him with pleasure. It felt good of course, but he wanted to just swallow down a great big lungful of air, flex every single muscle in his body, and blow the roof off the place with how much pressure was welling up in his balls. Instead, he was left at that peak, that tense anticipation of impending climax that flooded his body with endorphins to such an extent it was drowning out his other thoughts. He was drooling for her, unable to even properly swallow while he cried out and even snarled, gnashing his dripping teeth as his over-lust grew almost violent, bestial.

Cherno was watching as best he could, though he was keeping one eye on the lab assistant the whole time. She was tinkering with something. He heard both metallic noise and slick, squishy sounds until she turned back to him. The mask she wore had a perpetual grin, but somehow he could feel her wicked smile from beneath it as she approached with a device in hand. It looked much like some sort of sex toy, all black and floppy, but decorated in a whole manner of intimidating nubs and spikes. Hopefully they were soft. At the base there were was some sort of metal contraption, one with plenty of little gears and switches. The cock half of it was covered in that same tingly lubricant, and he'd already seen what a little of it had done to Mahiri. The toy was absolutely coated with it.

He couldn't help but give a little whimper as Anna moved in. That made her chuckle.

"I'm not gonna hurt ya, bucko. Not while Vicky's watching."

With that 'reassurance' she set to pushing that toy inside of him. She didn't tease, content to simply shove that thickly-lubricated shaft right into his backside, penetrating him all at once until the base thumped him in the taint. There was no time to get used to that gel's effects, the tingly sensation rushing inwards while he bleated out in deerish alarm. She gave his ass a slap as she released the toy, letting him clench on it awhile as he accelerated from aroused to overwhelmed in an instant. He felt orgasm welling up through his cock, climbing towards the tip while his balls clenched up tighter to his body, but that was where he remained, stuck just short of his peak, every moment only renewing the fiery pleasure that substance brought him. His pre spurted high into the air, fluttering down in a mist that reached as far as his face, but that was as close to cumming as he was allowed to get.

"Heh. Lookit that cute doe all making dumb faces for me. And I haven't even turned this thing on yet."

He tried to ask what that meant, but the best he could get out was an alarmed syllable.

"Wha...?"

"Hold on. Made this one myself. And let me tell you, it's a beast."

She flicked a switch, then adjusted a dial, and then it was vibrating inside of him. The effect was subtle for the moment, but in that state he was so sensitive to every touch that it felt like it was rattling his entire spine. Gritting his teeth, he whimpered right through them, his hooves giving a few clops against the table while he struggled to keep from simply breaking. Another snort of amusement, and she turned the dial a little farther, upping the intensity of those rumbles within his body. They seemed so perfectly aligned with his sensitive places, those nubs and soft spikes grinding against his prostate, getting his pre thicker and thicker, his cock coated and sloppy with all that was dripping from it. Yet still he couldn't find his orgasm, despite haphazardly thrusting into the air, flinging his juices in all directions.

"What's the matter? Feeling needy?" Anna teased him while she ran a single finger right up along his shaft, starting from the base and going along until she flicked the tip, making his dick wobble slightly.

It couldn't move much. He was too hard for that. His chest was heaving, and his muscles were growing sore with how tightly he was clenching them, squeezing down on that toy, which only made his pleasure all the more intense. She watched him for a time, letting the toy do its work, and then she simply lunged for it again.

"See how you like this, pretty boy," she muttered under her breath, but Cherno heard it.

Then she was cranking that dial all the way up, leaving the device to grind for a few moments in anticipation. The rattling vibrations that followed were enough to get him screaming out, no longer just whimpering with pleasure but filling the room with his bleating cries. He fought against those straps almost viciously as he got his whole body rattled, making it difficult for Anna to even reach the toy and touch a button. It wasn't an off switch. When she tapped it, some electricity started shooting through it, hitting Cherno right on the pleasure button, shocking him like a wet, hard, spiky eel while he formed his fingers into a clawing grasp at nothing. His every muscle, his every drop of energy went into went to rattling at his straps, flailing his head up and down, tossing his hair, getting it in his own mouth to slightly muffle his breathless whimpering.

"Now, Anna," came Victoria's force. "Let's not break the subjects just yet."

"He's not gonna break. Not completely, anyway."

"Gently, please."

"Yes, mom."

Anna relented, turning the device back off, though she left it inside of him. Cherno slumped, lightly bashing the back of his head, his tongue hanging limply down the side of his muzzle. His eyes were glazed, his body was nearly unresponsive, and the throbs of his cock were making his hips jump with every pulse running through his body. Mahiri wasn't doing much better, his voice getting screechy before just settling into a throaty growl once the doctor pulled her fingers out of him. She removed that glove, tossing it aside, and made a gesture to her assistant.

"I think it's about time we got these masks off, before we wear out our guests too much."

Anna sighed. "I'm going to get the plague again, aren't I? I just got over the last time."

Victoria's sounded scandalized. "Did you not enjoy yourself?"

"I mean ... well, yes. I just didn't get much work done having to rub one out every half hour. I wasn't even done cumming by the time I was horny again."

"Mm, yes, there was an interesting interaction with your natural productivity ... but this time, we shall have company to help you deal with such things!"

"Heh. Guess so. You wanna explain it or are we just going to let them wonder what's happening?"

"That would just be cruel." She cleared her throat. "You see, boys. There is something living inside of me. A constant, changing virus, or a plague, if you will. But unlike other things of its name, you want this in your veins. It is something of my own creation, refined and perfected to a thing of beauty, if I do say so myself. The potential benefits are innumerable. And catching it ..."

She reached up to her hood, lowering it to reveal her entire mask. It took some seconds for her to loosen the straps and slowly pull it from her face, relishing in every moment of the big reveal. She was a rat, one gifted with incredibly pristine, white fur, her features sharp and complimented by a short shock of black hair atop her head. Mahiri looked up at her as she smiled down at him, her eyes glowing that same, unnaturally bright green he had seen through the mask.

"... is as easy as breathing."

Anna had been watching her the whole time, even caught up herself in the theatrical display. She didn't make a sound or even move until the rat was done, taking special care not to interrupt or distract. Then, with a few clicks, she was unmasking too. She didn't give it the same flair as Victoria, shrugging off her hood, adjusting her long black locks. They were a lost cause, matted and messy, hanging down to partly conceal her features. A black and white spotted pig, she gave a fitting snort as she adjusted to breathing normally again, casting a sharp glare at Cherno while he dumbly stared at her, still wriggling with his mind-breaking arousal. He wasn't any softer to see her without the mask, but she snapped angrily at him anyway.

"The fuck you looking at?"

She punished him for the imagined slight by seizing hold of the toy inside of him, suddenly yanking it out with a hard drag of all its many nubs and textures over his highly sensitive insides. That was enough to make him scream a little, sounding like he'd been startled, though the device was so well-lubed the process wasn't painful. She stood steaming like an old engine, giving him a tight-lipped glare while she clutched the toy tightly in one hand, holding it up like she were about to bludgeon him with it. He did his best to look apologetic even if he didn't know what he'd done to anger her.

All it took were a few words in Victoria's cheerful tone to make her unclench her muscles and slow her breathing. "Get started with him, will you? I doubt he can wait much longer. I will be over in a moment."

Anna gave a grunt of acknowledgement, continuing to disrobe. She was certainly a hefty one, not fat but solidly built and generally chubby but with a plump bosom to go with her general size. There was some sweat clinging to her, no doubt worked up by being so overdressed for the increasingly humid work environment. It took some her some fiddling with her pants once she'd removed her long coat before she got them open, and then out dropped simply the fattest pair of balls the deer had ever seen. Grapefruits weren't even an adequate comparison for those titanic orbs, bouncing a few times once she got them free with a little huff, her thickly uncut cock resting atop them. It looked almost modest compared to her nuts, but it was firming and growing as she approached, showing just how well that fat dick compared to the rest.

The tables they were strapped to were more elaborate than just flat slabs. Newly naked, kicking off the last of her clothing but for those big, stomping boots, she clomped over to him and made a few adjustments to some of the handles on the sides. In a moment, his legs were being spread farther as the table shifted, transforming on the spot into three separate moving pieces, stretching him wide and leaving him exposed. There was a spot for her to walk right between his legs, standing there and running her fingers along his chest, pressing her cock right up against his own for a few hard grinds. Hers wasn't quite as firm as his yet, but that was because he was near impossibly hard, the slightest touch bringing him right back into that whimpering, needy state all over again.

"Yeah, yeah. Enough fussing."

He was already generously lubed for her entry, as she lined up with that clenching rim and gave a blunt shove forth. His head fell back as he sighed towards the ceiling, needing that penetration just as badly as he did release, flexing on her dick rapidly, simulating an orgasm but still unable to reach it. Anna paused as she staggered slightly, leaning forward and then straightening back up as her shaft gave a bulging flex inside the deer's butt, spurting her first few ropes of pre while she got used to the feeling.

"Unngh, fuck that tingles ... is it supposed to feel like that?"

Victoria didn't seem to hear her. She was fixated on the bound feline, looming closer and closer to him as he started right back. He didn't have anything to say, even if he had a lot to ask about what was about to happen. She was licking over her lips with a look like hunger in her illuminated eyes, looking partly hypnotizing and partly nightmarish all at once. Yet he couldn't deny how it felt to feel her lips on his, locking tightly in a commanding kiss as she made out with his captive muzzle. Her tongue was in his mouth before long, and though he was still partly stunned, he kissed her back and started to suck. Part of him was acutely aware of her saliva, running down his throat, creating some sort of strange, warm sensation there that travelled all throughout his body in time. It felt too good to make out with the plague rat to think about the consequences.

The kiss was over sooner than he would have liked, the doctor slipping free with a sly smile and a lick of her lips. He swallowed deeply, feeling his body reacting in such strange ways. Still mostly clothed, and she danced the fingers of her still-gloved hand over his chest, almost perfectly following the path of the sensations spreading through him. When she touched his chest, he felt that warmth there, accelerating his heart, bringing the deepest purrs from him. Then she worked over to his arms, running one finger from shoulder to fingertips as her plague spread there, running through his veins, or however it worked. When her digits travelled downwards, he jerked in shock at first, the feelings hitting his aroused cock, and bringing him into an even more sensitive state. There were so many feelings, so many details of his body and surroundings alike he'd never noticed before, and they were all at once apparent to them. All of them felt good.

Every touch was ecstasy, a tiny rub against his body better than orgasm, stimulating his nerves in such ways that he was bellowing out his most impressive of big cat noises. The air against his fur was like a thousand massaging fingers, caressing his skin just right. Even breathing was blissful, leaving him shuddering as he roared for her, throbbing all the while. He still wasn't allowed to reach his orgasm, but the feelings all around him were even better, all the usual soreness in his joints and muscles gone, replaced by that wafting high that made existence itself a constant climax. He felt for a moment like he was glimpsing heaven itself, ascending into new pleasures that would forever change him, until the feeling faded to a duller tingle over time.

"There you are, my lovely carrier. A little taste of plague for you to sample. There will be more, I assure you. But first, let's let that incubate a while."

The cat gave a sharp whimper at that, jerking in his restraints. He could barely find his words, babbling out but managing a sentence at least.

"But ... I need more!"

"In time," she assured him, giving a nod before she turned to Cherno.

That left the leopard clawing at the table, showing his teeth again as he spat pre all over his body. He longed for that feeling, for that transient ecstasy he had felt, aching for it even while he laid there locked in a feeling like cumming. His balls were pulling up tightly, clenching and churning, but he was not to have his release. It all pushed him to a state that had him hardly acting like himself, snarling on the table, gnashing his teeth, looking like he was devolving on the spot into a more feral leopard of the savanna. The doctor and her assistant ignored the noise, even while he set to roaring, filling the room with the sound of that echoing eruption from deep within his throat.

That wasn't the only loud sound in the room. So too was the slick slap of the pig's massive balls spanking against the deer's booty as she settled into a steady hammering pace, rutting his rump numb like he needed. He was making such girly noises for her, moaning with every single stroke of her hips, sounding like he'd walked right out of a porn shoot. But every whimper, every breathy gasp and groan was all natural, forced from his lips by the steady pounding of his prostate the pig was giving him. She was all grunts and snorts once she got going, working up a good sweat while she fucked him hard, leaning over him and letting a few drops land on his fur. The scent of sweaty pig just added to his arousal, his cock by then swelling and bulging out with every pump of his heart, engorged to its maximum potential, constantly shooting but never cumming.

Victoria joined them, slowly undressing, opening her coat and hanging it on a nearby hook once she'd slipped out of it. She wasn't much for undergarments, apparently. Once she was out of her outfit, she was completely naked, revealing all that clean white fur, along with a shapely body, leaner than Anna's but still plenty soft and with a slight belly. She was similarly endowed as well, letting a thick, pitch black cock drop down and sway with her every step. It was weighty, slapping against a matching pair of nuts, twitching as she walked up to the deer's face. He got a very good look from below as she raised herself up, and just snugly brought herself right down over his face, making sure to line his pointed muzzle right up with her taint as she smothered him between her thighs a while.

The rat was sweating too, and she had such an unnaturally enjoyable scent to her. He thought it would be easy to cum from nothing more than taking a long, deep sniff of her taint, if he was able. Savouring in her musk, he breathed as slowly as possible, inhaling and holding it until his chest ached, sighing out, and repeating. She moved back a little, letting her sack wrap around his face, bumping up and down a few times to really grind the scent into her nose. Then he was sniffing at the base of her cock, licking as well, working his tongue like a dog to sloppily slurp upon the plague-bearing shaft pulsing above him. He could still hear Mahiri snarling like a furious animal nearby, but that didn't stop him from wrapping his lips around the fat head of Victoria's dick as soon as she offered.

Soon his moans were muffled by the rat cock stuffing his muzzle, the doctor pushing deeply into his throat, sinking between his parted lips until she had her balls planted right against his nose. He was breathing nothing but her, swallowing down her pre as he sucked it right out of her shaft, and already there was that similar warm feeling. He wanted more of it, kneading and nursing at the rat's dick while she planted her hands on her hips and slowly worked in and out of his mouth. She was gentle for the moment, much unlike the pig who was still spanking him relentlessly with her sack, keeping the deer sandwiched between two great big pairs of sweaty balls while the ambient heat in the room rose and sweltered thanks to their sloppy fucking.

Cherno still hadn't found his release, but he felt as if his needs were all being satisfied as he sucked and swallow Victoria's pre and got fucked senseless by the pig. There were already some changes going through his body. He felt more bottom-heavy, like his butt was getting bigger, and his balls were starting to swell, along with his cock. His shaft couldn't get any harder, but it could get bigger, subtle at first, but making notable progress with each moment he spent sucking the plague rat's cock and sniffing the sweat right off her sack. Unconsciousness was a tempting prospect, smothered as he was, but he fought it off in favour of giving that dick the sucking it deserved, while she slowly, deliberately facefucked him until her corrupted juices were running down his cheeks.

It started as a sigh, and a grunt, the two larger ladies syncing up well as they buried themselves within the sandwiched deer and hit their peaks. It didn't take long, and he wasn't able to join them in orgasm, but it felt good enough just to have them cumming in him. Anna's seed was thick and hot, pumping his backside full to overflowing in an instant, spraying out from his stretched hole, gushing around the shape of her fat dick and dribbling down to the underside of his short tail. The initial gush was enough to stuff him, but she wasn't stopping, pouring it all out in ropes that could have filled a shot glass. Soon it was better measured in pints.

That was to say nothing of the burst of rat cum shooting down his throat, leaving him gargling and gulping, dripping some of that precious seed down his chin while he swallowed all he could. He couldn't explain it, he just knew he wanted it. No matter what her infection might have entailed, he needed it in his body, to let it grow and change him, to take that tainted seed deep into his belly and see what happened. He was definitely getting shapely, the changes padding out his thighs and rear, leaving him distinctly bottom-heavy while she filled him. Anna gave him a nice swollen belly to go with his expanding sack and cock, his balls almost rivalling the rats own as they plumped up to an exceptionally engorged state. His dick was pushing against his cum-stuffed belly, still hard as hell but not quite climaxing, and his whole body was going faint and limp as their climaxes continued.

The last part was just the lack of air, and Victoria finally pulled out with a little backwards jab of her hips, turning his mouth into a fountain, a torrent of her contagious cum pouring upon the floor. Anna followed suit, ensuring he was gushing out plenty of her cream as well, while she shot the rest over his rounded gut, letting a slight squeal slip before just settling down into grunting. Her cumshot just kept going and going, even once the rat's had ceased, hosing him down from ass to face in fresh pig jizz, leaving him marked and soaking, slowly swaying back and forth on the table as the pleasure left him mindlessly giggling.

"That's it. I think we broke him," the pig snickered.

"And such fun we had! But there is still more to learn. This way. Let's step out for a little while and let the plague properly take root. I have been longing to see this particular interaction."

"Looks like they might tear each other apart. That'd be fun to watch."

"I doubt it will be that extreme. But it is possible, I suppose. Instincts are an unpredictable thing, and as cute as the cat might be, well. He is a leopard, and Cherno here is a prey animal. Hm. We shall see."

Anna grunted, and together they moved to exit the room, doing nothing to loosen or remove the restraints that bound the two well-plagued males. Neither of them had cum yet, and desperate wasn't enough to describe them anymore. Mahiri was descending into feral aggression, clawing and biting at the air, digging his claws into that solid table, scratching grooves where he could. Everything was getting sharper, his claws extending, his teeth growing until he looked like a sabretoothed ancestor or a were-cat. His eyes were glowing like the rat's, an eerie gleam of green that lit up the dim room. Even the musculature of his body was getting heavier, thickening and swelling with newfound strength. The deer was meanwhile whimpering and bleating, looking distressed as he struggled in his restraints. His changes were much the opposite, robbing him of his upper body strength, putting it all to his thighs and his butt as he got curvier and even more feminine than before. His balls were still fattening though, matching his bloated belly, and his cock was giving the most unbearable of spasms, possessed with the need for release but unable to find it.

Victoria closed the door behind her with a click of the lock. The two of them moved to a control panel, peering at a monitor as the two plague-bearing males reacted to the strain that fuelled their lust. Mahiri was roaring, biting at the air, then bending himself in effort to gnaw his way out of his restraints. He was a wild animal, but all the ferocity in the world didn't help him be any more flexible. Cherno was simply convulsing with his whimpery neediness, his voice growing increasingly shrill as he fell into a deeper state of dumbly broken desire. His balls were swollen to such a state that they were enough to weigh him down, engorged with that plague-touched cum, ready to paint the entire room with it as soon as he got those limitations lifted.

"Preparing to release the subjects..." Victoria murmured out loud.

Anna hovered a finger over a button, her eyes awash with anticipatory glee.

"Feeding time," she chuckled to herself.

One press, and the restraints retracted into the table. It took less than a second for the leopard to react. He sprang up, crouching low atop the table, and flung himself clear across the room with a mighty right, soundly pouncing the deer to the floor in a fierce, predatory tackle. Except, he didn't go for the throat. The deer's balls were all pent up with what he needed, and his fangy lunge had him stuff Cherno's cock straight down his throat in a single gulp, bottoming out with his nose buried in the buck's loins. He held the deer down, sucking on him furiously, muffledly snarling while he did so, juicily gulping and slurping, swallowing every drop of pre he could get. Every little bit gave him a little more of that rat-borne corruption he so craved, but it wasn't enough.

Cherno meanwhile was kicking his legs, pinned in place by the weight of his overfilled balls and the strength of the big cat aggressively servicing him. He could only bleat in delight while those lips worked up and down his every single azure inch, kissing tightly to the buck's nuts, cock bulging beneath the white fur of Mahiri's throat. His arms were finally free to flail, leaving him beating them against the floor where he'd been pounced, all curled up around his rounded belly full of pig cum, sloshing as he got sucked senseless. He even let his eyes roll back on his head, getting pleasure into blankness by the cat's rough tongue grinding up and down his dick, the steady thud of the leopard's face thumping into his crotch accompanying that wet, snarling blowjob. Victoria spoke eagerly as she leaned into the monitor.

"Fascinating! A small dose, and the subject is compelled to seek further infection by any means possible."

"Hm. Not what I expected." Anna gave a sigh, though her disappointment didn't last long as she watched the show.

"Re-enabling orgasm."

Victoria hit another button, and a warm mist flooded the room for a time. The more Cherno breathed it, he fell into silence, seizing up as if completely paralyzed. The air caught in his throat, his eyes went wide and unseeing, truly freezing solid like he'd been confronted by a thousand headlights. Then his body was shaking, vibrating as if caught up in an earthquake, before finally seizing Mahiri by the hair and thrusting wildly into the cat's mouth, slamming his cock all the way down the leopard's throat while he bottomed out and hit that cumshot he'd been so badly craving. He felt as if he might blast himself through the floor with the recoil.

The cat sucked it all down, gobbling every drop the splattered into the back of his throat, not even pausing to take a breath. He was gulping loudly, finally silencing his snarls as he got his appetite satisfied. All that corrupted seed, that plague-carrying cum ran into his belly, granting him that feeling again. He drank from Cherno until he was just as bloated, finally falling back with his belly engorged and swinging, taking a few hard splats in the face as he left the buck spurting on himself. One more swallow, and he was full, drooling fresh deer cream, panting, shaking, and finally purring. His body was filled with that warmth again, the strain he needed sucked right out of the deer's fat nuts, and when he truly felt it taking, felt himself becoming a carrier, he could only arch his back and yowl, thrusting his hips sharply forward, climaxing from that sensation alone.

Soon, they were both cumming on each other, seeming almost to compete for who could get the other wetter as they blasted their seemingly endless orgasms over each other's swollen bellies. It splatted everything, hitting as high as the distant ceiling, dripping down as they flooded the room with musk both familiar and slightly altered. There was a new scent to their cream, something they both found irresistible, to the point they were soon falling into an embrace that mashed their guts together, locking lips to snowball the last of the cum in Mahiri's mouth back and forth, tongues lashing at each other, scritching and slurping, drooling down each other's throats as they swapped fluids.

It was a full minute or more of cumming hard before they tired out, giving a few more trickles as they kissed and sucked each other's faces before they were done. And when they were done, they were done, flopping over onto their sides, then rolling onto their backs as they broke from the kiss. They rubbed at themselves and groaned together, the cat purring, the deer just moaning and whimpering some more. Sloshing with their every movement, even their every breath, they could hardly move but for the rubbing, their communication limited to dull groans. Staring at the ceiling was the best they could do for a while, savouring in the feeling of their afterglows, those perfectly satisfied highs that came with that explosive release. It was hard for them to say whether it was worth the wait or not when they couldn't speak at all.

They really had no sense of time anymore, but they weren't so broken as to not notice the new puff of violet mist swirling through the room from an unseen source. This one was like a fine incense, deliciously breathable, encouraging them to suck it deep into their lungs as soon as it reached them. The reward was an immediate relaxing feeling - which did well the counter the odd shock of suddenly feeling like they were falling. The room was expanding around them, shifting and stretching, and a sense of disorientation came with it. Soon they were looking up at the nearby tables as if they were skyscrapers, while rivers of their own cum flooded the room around them, like a shallow ocean stretching out as far as they could see. It was hard to figure out that they were the ones changing, not their surroundings, even when they were sitting there, shrunken down to no larger than a pair of mice.

That was when the door opened. The rat and the pig were there, still naked but for their masks. Seeing them from that perspective, helpless on the floor, sprawled and slipping in their own cum, the boys couldn't help but find them intimidating. There was no time to run off and hide under something before the doctor and her assistant snatched them up, plucking them high into the air in the grip of a single hand. Victoria had the leopard by the scruff, bringing him up to her face, prodding him in the belly with her beak. Anna dangled Cherno by the antlers, swinging him back and forth, paying no mind to his alarmed bleats. The floor was so very far away, and she was barely even holding on to him.

From that perspective, it was plain to see just how much sweat was clinging to her black and white body. He found her musk entirely pleasant, even if it did hit him like a brick wall. That strange sort of salty sweetness smelled like it couldn't have been natural, at the same time sexy and also just enticing. He would have gladly licked her if she let him. She was puffing through her mask as well, eventually giving a grunt and a grumble as she reached up to wipe at her hairline.

"Is it getting hot in here or am I just ..." the pig began, only to interrupt herself. "Oh, right. God, my balls feel like rocks. Plague-carrying is fun and all, but I feel so damn needy."

"And I would be delighted to help, when the experiment is finished," Victoria assured her. "You might feel better by then though, if all goes as predicted."

"We'll see. Hi, plagueslut." She locked her concealed eyes with his, lowering her voice. "You're all mine now. Feel like this is playing with fire at this point, but you're going to make me even more productive. Let's see how ridiculous this can get."

She gave him a long look, and he could hear her licking her lips behind the mask. Despite how intimidating that piece of facewear was, he was suddenly thankful she was wearing it. He didn't want to know what her teeth could do to him at such a size. Instead, he found himself smacked headfirst into her oversized sack, smothered against the sweaty surface, left to breathe of that richly enticing musk. It was ambrosia, it was breathable pleasure, adding to his lingering ecstasy with every gasp. He didn't even hesitate to start slurping, drinking it right off her skin as she rubbed and mashed him against what seemed like planet-sized nuts. Despite how small his tongue was compared to her, those few little slurps made her suddenly snort out, jerking him back as if he had shocked her.

"Ungh! Sensitive!" she grunted.

"Mmhm. Feels good, doesn't it? Every little touch, amplified, so you can appreciate all the pleasant details," Victoria mused.

"I mean, it's great, but how am I supposed to wear pants?"

"Don't!" The rat gave a laugh, before lowering the dangling cat down and giving him a similar treatment.

Mahiri found himself immersed in her impossibly arousing scent, bathing in her sweat as she got him snug beneath her cock, pinned and smothered to her balls. Beads of sweat like overturned buckets spattered him in the face, running along his spots, soaking him further than he was already. He was panting, his breath coming out in steamy puffs as his body heat ramped right up. His purrs didn't go away though, making for some pleasant stimulation as she kept him shoved there, his rumbles helping her firm back up against his back. She used a single thumb to keep him where he was, ensuring his face was stuffed right against her sweaty sack, slowly licking as he kissed and adored upon it without question. The rat had given him a gift of endless euphoria, coursing through his veins, renewing his bliss with every moment it churned within his belly.

Anna was swollen out even bigger than before, her cock fatter and harder, reaching that same rock-like firmness that Cherno had experienced. The tip dripped plagued precum, and soon it was all over the deer's face as she shoved him against it, still holding him by the antlers in a pinching grip of two fingers. She wasn't gentle, smacking him against that pulsing tip until he got his muzzle stuffed right inside of it. That made her clench down on his face, squelching out even more juices all over him, making him gulp some of them down. He was already plenty full, but he wasn't going to refuse a treat like that.

A thumb on the back of his head had him delving even deeper. He heard a schlorp echoing around his ears as he got his whole head stuffed into the pig's massive cock, antlers and all. They didn't seem to bother her any, lightly rubbing along the inside of her shaft while she started squeezing. That produced a fleshy gulping noise, much like a throat, one that dragged him inwards without her even needing to push him along. The hungry contractions of her dick alone were enough to keep devouring him, feeding him to her member, sliding him towards those oversized nuts of hers as they audibly sloshed. Whatever the rat plague had done to them, they certainly weren't working like ordinary balls anymore, becoming instead bloated, throbbing containers of pure cum, keeping gallons trapped within their swollen confines. The musk infiltrated his senses all the deeper, slamming right into his pleasure centres, making every huff one of pure delight even as she ate him with her cock.

Victoria followed suit, letting the cat tease against her pre-glazed cock a while, getting his sleek fur slathered further in her seed. He could feel the power in her every drop. The glorious gift that was her juices, fresh from their source. Licking all he could, he guzzled it down without pause, not even thinking about his own swollen belly. She barely even had to push him inside, the cat's natural eagerness easing him inwards as he licked deeper and deeper, eating out her cockslit with his tingly tongue. By the time she reached his belly, she was squeezing on that belly full of deer cum with those aroused contractions. His curves made for a sleek bulge in the pitch black skin of the rat's cock, sliding downwards, prepared to join with the lust-giving plague that lived inside her sack.

Cherno was almost gone, humping within that fat pig dick, his hooves sticking from her cockslit as she overflowed with juices. She was dribbling them on the floor, adding to the mess they'd already made. A final solid schlurp and she swallowed the deer whole, sending him bulging into the weight of her black and white balls, putting a Cherno-shaped outline beneath the spotted skin. He pushed out on his surroundings as he dunked into a vat of pure pig cum, going beneath the thick surface and only barely managing to struggle to the top. Even then, he was filled, stuffed with the oozing stuff, getting it in his mouth, his nose, his ears, her scent and flavour leaving him hot and hard, thrusting there in her left nut, as if trying to fuck her cum itself.

Mahiri was getting an even more potent dose of plaguelust, swallowing down her fresh precum, getting shoved towards her swollen sack and immersed in the most potent dose of her scent possible. He was drinking everything he could get, gorging on it, not caring how swollen he got. That energy was back, that feral, manic intensity, and he operated only as a creature of need. What he needed was more rat cum, more of her fine musk, and when the doctor squeezed down on his paws and tailtip, only to slurp him away soon after, he found himself swimming in the source of all his desires. He swallowed as much as he could, overloading his mind, bringing him into that snarly state again as he convulsed within her bulging balls.

Anna toyed with her captive, poking and prodding him with her fingers, hefting her balls to jiggle him around, or just shoving his face beneath the surface of her cum with a cruel chuckle. Cherno wasn't complaining, simply letting the velvety touch of her jizz rub all over his body, even as he started to soften. That cream was overtaking him, entering his body, taking it over from the inside out as he lost his shape and definition with every noisy churn. She clenched down hard on him a few times, trying to finish him off, but he resisted the first few squeezes, staying relative solid. Maybe he lost a few details, his fingers smoothing over, his fur more of a smooth skin by then. He couldn't see it, but he was bleached completely white, turning into Anna's next cumshot, sinking down beneath the surface as he turned to steaming hot, indulgently musky goo just for her.

Mahiri soon set to thrashing, gnashing his elongated teeth, flailing his limbs as he splashed about in rat cum, snarling his last before blanking out entirely. He came before he was totally finished, shooting a few more ropes to join with the rest around him, indistinguishable, but significant to him, milking himself dry and simply slumping when he hit the absolute end of his energy. The heat, the lack of air, the musk swimming through his senses, the pleasure sparking through his brain, it was all too much. Before he was even properly processed into cum, he sank down limply and stopped moving, a solid bulge in Victoria's sack, getting squeezed on with her every lustful clench. The rat looked over to the pig, who was busy collecting several condoms from a drawer, and gave her a meaningful look through the mask. Anna just nodded.

In a moment, the rat had the pig bent over one of those modified tables, bringing a squeal from Anna's masked mouth as she pressed her fingers deeply into her oversensitive tits. Every touch, every stroke was making her shiver and throb, as if every part of her body was an erogenous zone that the rat knew just how to tease. The rat massaged over the pig's excessively sweaty body, rubbing her beaky mask against the back of her neck. That made it awfully difficult to get that condom stretched around her cock, so she just went ahead and helped Anna with that too, making her cock twitch and spurt as she wrapped that latex over every swollen inch. Just in time, too. The deer was succumbing, the horny flexes of the pig's fattened sack squishing him down flat, leaving him inseparable from the cum around him, bloating out those nuts a little heavier with his juicy contribution.

Mahiri was still somewhat solid, tapping up against Anna's plump rear as the rat firmly humped her. The pig's moans were filtered through her respirator, and they were coming frequently, sounding for the moment so desperate and even vulnerable. Victoria hardly took her time with it, shoving hard against that ample ass, penetrating smoothly, shoving herself within her assistant with a subtle gasp. She played her fingers through Anna's hair, rubbing her beak against her masked cheek, murmuring nothing at all into her ear as she started to fuck her. Every slap of her black nuts against that spotted backside softened Mahiri a little more, until after a few good thrusts and spanks, he vanished into the rat cum, becoming part of the plague itself after burning himself mindless on its pleasure.

Their fucking was rough and to the point, the rat powerfully slamming into the pig, picking up tremendous speed as she went, but staying in control of every thrust. She made that fine ass shake with the impact of her hips, and seemed steady, operating on an infinite supply of energy. She wasn't even breathing heavily, which was a lot more than could be said for Anna, who was panting as much as she was grunting, gritting and grinding her teeth as she got fucked senseless. It was a good enough fuck already to knock her off her thoughts, but in her thoroughly plagued, oversensitive state, every stroke of the good doctor's dick had her writhing with frightening ecstasy. The condom around her cock was already sagging down with the amount of pre she was shooting out alone.

Before they could peak, and right as Anna was near collapse, Victoria pulled her close, making her stand straight as she pressed her breasts against her back, wrapping her in an embrace. One arm squeezed around her chest, while the other firmly grasped her cock, stroking and milking at her while she fucked her to heaven. One last final slam forward was a decisive statement, almost a command to cum, and they both did so just in sync. The pig couldn't help a little squealing, mixed in with more standard crying out as her whole body seemed to clench up at once, her balls stuffed with melted deer pulling tightly to her body while the rat's nuts pulsed against her butt. For just a single moment, she allowed herself to whimper.

"Vicky ...!"

And then she was erupting, emptying all that pent up pressure, bloating out the condom instantly, pouring out so much her cock was bulging out with each shot like she was pushing a tennis ball through it. The condom slapped down to the floor, becoming a balloon, a swollen, stretched mess filled with more cum than even those fat balls could possibly have held. They were hardly noticeable in the mess, but Cherno's shrunken antlers were floating around in there somewhere. She scrambled for another when she heard the sound of latex stretching to its limit, fumbling until Victoria gave her a hand. The rat calmly came inside of her while she got that one condom off her cock, and another in its place. That one too was stretching and flopping down towards the floor in seconds, the pig putting out enough cum to fill a bathtub. And that was to say nothing of all that was filling her belly.

Victoria got her hands upon Anna's middle rubbing fondly as she felt it swelling. Her spurts stuffed the pig beyond full, stretching her, bloating her, and making her moan some more as the plague took even deeper root inside of her. She was left drooling, and not just saliva either. Between her heavy pants, she eventually gargled some cum, shot right through her overflowing body, left dribbling it out of her outstretched tongue until it was clogging the filters of her mask. Some of it even trickled right through, running down her body as she emptied her nuts for the doctor. She eventually had to rip her mask from her face so as not to drown in rat cum, gasping some fresh air, thankful that the shrinking serum seemed to have faded into the room's ventilation.

The rat removed her mask as well as their orgasms came to a messy close, pressing her bare lips to the sweaty back of Anna's neck, giving her a gentle kiss. She couldn't help but squeezed at that cum-gorged belly, pulling slowly from the pig, leaving her cascading rat cum as she caught her breath, collapsing on the table. Victoria left her to recover, running her fingers along her spine, pulling that condom free and tying it off like the other. Not all of it was Cherno, but he was certainly part of that enormous load stuffing out the latex, and she would label it as such, when it came time to file it away for later study. As for Mahiri, he had perhaps been slightly wasted, dripping from Anna's rump, sloshing in her belly, even drooling from her lips, but the pleasure was worth the sacrifice.

"You are a very good assistant," she cooed to the panting pig, rubbing at her sweat-soaked hair. "And an even better carrier."

"Thanks," came Anna's breathless reply, as she remained sprawled there, dripping with sweat, radiating her plague-altered musk around the room. "I guess this is what a successful experiment looks like."

"Most successful indeed. And you did such a fine job of recruiting. I think we will learn so much together. But first, we have more than earned a break. The carriers can take care of the mess."

"Way ahead of you," the pig sleepily chuckled, stretching out and sighing.

Part of her still wondered what further symptoms might manifest themselves as the plague worked through her body, but if Victoria had taught her anything so far, everything was a learning experience. Any inconvenience, any hard work and sacrifice was worth it if the end result was new knowledge. She wondered if some of the rat's recent inventions really worked, if they might really be able to recycle and reuse their creamed test subjects. That would be fun. She knew they'd be loyal to another dosage of the plague. But she didn't really care either way. She needed a nap, and right exactly there felt like as good a place as any, even still coated in cum and sweat, gently sloshing even while she laid there, tasting and smelling nothing but the doctor's rich, entrancing musk, seizing and overtaking her own, making her smell like horny rat. She was fine with that.