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Troubles in Testing

Written by Danath, first and last paragraphs by Taiko. This story has been reposted with the permission of Danath; subsequent repostings must be made with the permission of Taiko Akito and credit where it is due. The character Nemean (clone) belongs to Taiko Akito, Drake/Freezer is the mental property of Drake Gentleheart and Jared/Omoisan belongs Jared Darkwater. All characters were used with the permissions of their owners, are the mental properties of their owners, and may not be used without the permission of their owner. http://www.furaffinity.net/user/danath/

"So, you two are on your honeymoon?" the young lion asked to the pair in the backseat of his taxi, as it drove along from the airport. He looked through his mirror to see how the orca and dragon were holding up; they were both sound asleep. Their heads rubbed against one another as the car rolled over a speed bump, neither of them seeming to mind all that much. "Aww, how sweet..." the feline purred, before he expression turned dark, snickering to himself as he flicked a switch on the dashboard, the knockout gas no longer filling the back portion of the taxi. "I'm just going to have to keep you around for a while..."

The young lion drove the two unconscious males through the city, eventually arriving at a dilapidated warehouse. After checking to make sure nobody was watching, he loaded them on a push cart and hauled them inside.

The inside of the warehouse looked much the same as the outside: decrepit, abandoned, condemned. Nemean fished a controller out of his pocket and keyed in some numbers. There was a loud rumble, then a section of the concrete floor ahead of him drew back, revealing a set of stairs descending into darkness.

Nemean growled as he carefully held onto the cart. The two unconscious males bumped and bounced as he maneuvered the cart down the stairs.

"I gotta remember to put in that elevator," Nemean said under his breath.

As he descended, lights flicked on, illuminating clean white walls and a long hallway. The concrete slab closed above them by the time he got the cart down onto the smooth floor. He wheeled the two past several doors before entering one marked only with a large black "X" drawn in crude marker.

The lion pushed them inside. The lights came on automatically, revealing a large room with two hospital gurneys side by side. Tables full of high-tech medical equipment, monitors, and wires sat on all sides.

The lion grunted as he carried the dragon-wolf off the cart. Despite appearing to be no more than eighteen years old, Nemean was a powerful clone of a now-imprisoned evil genius. Following in his older self's footsteps, Nemean was obsessed with increasing his personal power and abilities at any expense.

The heavier, larger orca proved more of a challenge, but Nemean eventually wrestled him up onto the gurney. He quickly strapped both in place before switching on his equipment.

The orca began to stir, so Nemean approached his bed cautiously.

"Whe... where am I?" the muscular male asked.

"Don't worry, Omoisan. You and Freezer here will be perfectly fine," the lion said. "I just need to borrow the two of you for a few days."

The orca struggled against the large belts securing him to the table. Nemean double-checked them for tightness before doing the same to the still-unconscious dragolf on the next table.

"What are you planning? Who are you?"

"I'm not surprised you don't recognize me," Nemean said, his voice a low purr of amusement. "You may have run into me - or rather, the original me - once or twice before."

The orca's brow furrowed as he tried to place the confident, dark-golden lion.

"Nemean?"

"The one and only," the lion said. "Well, not the one and only, but enough about me."

Nemean's long tail swished back and forth behind him as he picked up a pair of vicious-looking needles and checked the contents. After squeezing the air out of them, he turned towards the bound orca and still-sleeping dragolf.

"Finding good test subjects is such a chore," the lion said. "Spent a few weeks tracking the two of you down. Now hold still..."

The orca struggled even more as he saw the lion draw closer and closer. He closed his eyes and let out a growl of pure hate as the needle pricked his arm.

"Leave him alone!" he bellowed.

Nemean held a finger up to his lips and nodded at Freezer. The blue-green dragon was still out of it.

"Quiet, or you'll wake him up!"

The lion giggled as he quickly injected the dragolf with the second needle, then set the empty syringes back on his workbench. The monitors picked up the fluctuations in the two males' bodies - Omoisan's heavy heartbeat and anger, Freezer's slow and steady breathing.

Freezer's eyes fluttered and his head turned back and forth. Without warning, the dragolf's body arched upwards, straining against the belts holding him to the table. A huge belch erupted from the hybrid's muzzle, followed by a rush of cold wind. Ice crystals fell softly down from the air above his head.

"Ugh... wha... oh, my head..."

"How are you feeling, Freezer?" Nemean asked. "Sorry about the knockout gas. Sometimes it'll leave you with a nasty headache. It'll pass quickly, don't worry."

"Nemean? No, you're not him... you're too young. Who are you? His son?"

The lion laughed uproariously.

"Son? No. Well, in a way, yes. Anyways, let's see how my little potion is doing, yes?"

The lion leaned over Freezer, poking and prodding the dragon's chest and stomach. He pushed his palm flat against Freezer's belly, causing his ripped abdomen to distend downwards. Freezer gasped and then belched again, exhaling another large cloud of ice crystals.

"Would you say that's more than you would normally exhale?" Nemean asked, acting very businesslike.

He lifted Freezer's shirt and poked at the dragolf's belly again.

"What's he talking about, Jared?" Freezer asked Omoisan, using the orca's real name.

"He injected us with something," Jared replied. "Not sure what it... aahhh! Ouch!"

Nemean turned and quickly examined the orca. The large straps crossing the male's body were cutting into his thick hide, so the lion adjusted them.

"Well, all seems to be going according to plan so far," the lion mused.

He pressed his palms against Jared's chest, feeling the ripples of muscle underneath his skin-tight t-shirt. The orca was larger than before, especially in his chest and arms.

"Oh ho! Side effects!"

Nemean grinned as he leaned over and sniffed at the orca's crotch. A thick bulge ran towards the side of his tight blue jeans, curling over his thigh. The head was clearly outlined and a wet spot grew at the tip.

A quick check of Freezer revealed the same effect. Nemean purred as he unzipped the dragolf, allowing the male's broad erection to push out of his khaki shorts. The pointed black length throbbed and bounced as the male let out a hiss.

"I wonder why it's causing that to happen?" Nemean asked. "It's only supposed to boost your powers. Must be a flaw in the mitochondrial supports..."

Still muttering to himself about dilithium crystals and Kessel runs, Nemean turned to his workbench and computers, busying himself with the readings. The lithe lion's rump swished back and forth as he whistled tunelessly while working.

Behind him, on the hospital beds, Freezer burped again. The cold mist landed on his scales, forming a layer of rime.

"Drake! Just... wait a minute," Jared whispered.

The orca had a pained expression on his face. The hems of his shirt ripped in the shoulders, then down the center of his chest, revealing a broad white expanse of thick, heaving muscles. His engorged pecs were cut into by the straps and his stomach wrapped nearly completely around the lower one. His erection pulsed against his jeans as the hems by his calves creaked and threatened to give out.

The growing orca took a deep breath and flexed as hard as he could. Every muscle in his body strained. The button on his fly popped off and pinged quietly off the back wall. A few moments later, his massive cock ripped through the zipper and his underwear to flop up over his chest. His bulging thighs squeezed their way out of his jeans as the leather straps buckling him in stretched and creaked.

It took another deep breath and an even more impressive flex before the buckles snapped off loudly.

Nemean turned at the noise just in time to see the huge orca barreling down on him, completely naked and massively erect. The lion's eyes went wide and he grabbed a syringe off the desk, then booked it for the door. Using his teleportation powers, he just managed to avoid the orca's fist by jumping as far as he could ahead - a paltry foot.

As he ran, Nemean jabbed himself with the needle. The cold fluid made him gasp, then he flung the needle away and jumped again, this time to the other side. The orca's fist smashed through a monitor and metal tray, sending tools flying.

Nemean focused and jumped again, this time five feet away.

Back on the hospital bed, Drake took a deep lungful of breath, then exhaled slowly, craning his head up so that all the ice landed on his leather straps. By the time he was finished, a block of ice had formed on his chest and belly. A quick twist of his chest and the ice - along with the frozen straps - broke away.

He sat up and quickly undid the rest of the straps, then hopped off the hospital bed and looked for Jared.

The enraged bull orca was still chasing Nemean, but the small feline was too quick for the super-strong orca. Thinking quickly, Drake ran towards the other end of the room and took in a huge lungful of air. As Nemean passed, he exhaled quickly, forming a bubble of ice around the lion.

It was enough to break Nemean's concentration. When he tried to jump out of it, he ended up right in front of Drake. The dragolf grabbed him as Jared barreled up and socked him in the jaw.

The unconscious feline slumped to the floor, leaving Drake and Jared staring at each other. Their bobbing erections nearly touched as they tentatively moved closer and closer, unable to resist the urges inside them.

Jared's massive fingers curled around the back of Drake's head, pulling the blue-green dragon in for a deep kiss. The orca shivered as he felt the male's cold fingers slide down to grasp at his erection. He pulled Drake in closely, grinding him into his oversized barrel chest and rounded-out belly.

Drake grunted as he felt his mate's new strength. The orca was larger then ever before. His flat six-pack stomach was gone, replaced with a ridiculously large belly as hard as steel. A quick feel confirmed Jared's rump was just as firm. Drake groaned headily as he felt his erection slide up against Jared's. The orca's tongue pushed past his lips and he sucked on it eagerly, unable to help but respond.

He tried to warm himself up against the orca's chest, but he couldn't help himself as he stroked the big male's shaft with his icy fingers. Jared didn't seem to mind, however, as thick pre-cum pumped from his tip, freezing onto the back of Drake's fingers.

Drake gasped as Jared spun him around and bent him roughly over a workbench. The dragon cleared it with his arms and then grabbed hold of it for dear life as the orca used his hands to guide his thickness under the dragolf's tail.

Drake moaned and pushed back. Jared leaned over him, pressing his weight down, pinning the dragolf as he pushed his tip past the dragon's tight, cold ring.

Steam rose from between their bodies as warm pre-cum hit the icy interior of the dragon's supernaturally-cold body. The warmth made Drake gasp and hump backwards, desperate to feel more. Jared was more than willing to give it to him. With a grunt of lust, the orca pounded forward, roughly taking his mate.

Drake leaned back, arching his comparably slim body back into Jared's barrel chest. He raised his arms up, wrapping his hands around the back of Jared's neck. The orca's hands stroked down his chest and belly, melting the ice that continually formed over his smooth scales.

Their powers, supercharged as they were, were nigh uncontrollable, especially while they were in the midst of passionate lovemaking. Neither noticed when Nemean groaned and got onto his heads and knees, shaking his head. The lion touched his jaw and winced - the fur covered the angry bruise underneath.

The young lion looked over at the noises emanating from the two heroes. His jaw dropped as he stared, unable to take his eyes off the scene. In his pants, his sheath stirred. Moments later he gripped his bulge and gasped as the tip ground outwards against the fabric, straining for more room.

Remembering the serum he'd taken and the side effects it was obviously having on the other two, Nemean cursed under his breath and tried to control his breathing. It was difficult and eventually he failed.

Still watching the two, unable to help himself as the orca's thickness ground forward into the dragolf's rump, Nemean fished his own erection out of his pants and stroked himself several times. He'd never felt as horny as this. He almost felt bad for having tied the two up. No wonder Omoisan was pissed. He would have been too, if he'd had a boner like this and couldn't take care of it.

Nemean's eyes went glassy as he jerked himself off. Without realizing it, he jumped himself with his telekinesis, ending up directly in front of Freezer.

Thick, frosty pre-cum spilled out of the dragolf's cock as his hips were forced forward with every thrust of the bull orca's shaft. Nemean licked his lips and reached up, grasping it at the base. Freezer didn't even notice, though his moaning increased in volume.

Nemean grunted and jerked his cock madly with one paw as the other stroked Freezer. A few moments later, the lion had his muzzle on the dragolf's tip. The coldness startled him, but he kept going, slurping down the semi-frozen pre-cum pumping out the blue-green male's black shaft. He pushed forward, swallowing more of the thick length, shivering from head to toe as the cold cock stretched out the back of his throat.

A huge hand settled on the back of his head. Nemean glanced up, startled, and was shocked to see Omoisan's arm. The orca pulled him forward heavily, forcing the lion to go deeper and deeper over Freezer's cock.

Forgetting his own erection for a minute, Nemean grabbed at Omoisan's wrist, trying to pull it away. But the orca was just too strong. The lion could feel his deep thrusts forcing Freezer's cock deeper and deeper. Frost formed around Nemean's muzzle as his lips pushed against the base of the dragolf's shaft.

Omoisan let out a roar. His paw left the back of Nemean's head, allowing the lion to pull off just as the dragolf's cock exploded into a torrent of ice-cold jizz. Nemean fell backwards, his own cock sent into orgasm by the shock of the cold hitting his chest and belly. The lion watched as the orca humped forward while thick white seed drizzled down the backs of Freezer's legs, pooling on the floor between their feet.

Nemean grabbed his cock and milked it for all he was worth, unable to stop himself as he shot the biggest load he'd ever had. What the hell had he put into the serum?

By the time he was finished, Jared had pulled out of Drake and had him in a close embrace. The two made out eagerly, groping and hugging each other.

Nemean stood on wobbly legs. He realized what he'd just done and spat, then shivered. He ran for the back of the lab and searched through his notes for the antidote.

"Hey, Nemean!"

The lion turned in time to see a huge black and white fist coming towards him.

Immediately he flashed out, reappearing several feet away.

"I'll get you for that!" he shouted.

Using his upgraded telekinesis, the lion tried to throw a workbench at the orca. Something backfired, though.

"Gah!" the young Nemean grunted as he felt himself being propelled from the laboratory by his own attack, his eyes wide as he flew smack into the shield that covered the outside of the building. "Ooohhhh..." he groaned, sliding down it slowly as Drake and Jared snickered to him sliding down, the lovers still caught in their embrace from their orgasm. Jared gasped as his muscle pecs suddenly grew another few inches, drake meeping in turn as he accidentally burped a bra of frost onto them. They'd have to find the cures to their respective serums; funny time was over.

FIN