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Deep within Site 24, Professor Garron once again stood behind an observation glass looking out. Beside him stood an otter in a white lab coat. "The mutations are progressing faster that we'd expected. There was even an escape attempt. It seems the former Professor is doing her best to learn to control her new body. Should I report the attempt to the Overseer?"

The brown bear shook his head. "No. Nothing was breached, so there shouldn't be anything to report. The less that bitch knows about Project Tarantula, the better. I am in no mood to be fed to 222."

"She does seem to like that one..."

"Probably because she gets off on watching it fuck people to death."

The otter gave a small smile in the dark room,

"Probably jumps that bat that's always following her every time she feeds someone to it."

"Do not speak to me about her pet. She gets to keep a tamed Specimen following her around like a lost puppy, yet she wants to condemn us for our work. Hypocritical cunt..."

Professor Garron shook his head wearily, "It doesn't matter. Hopefully we won't have to deal with her for too much longer."

"What does that mean?" asked the otter.

"Let's just say that she'll be seeing more of 222 than she'd ever want."

The otter smiled evilly in the darkness, "What pleasant news. I can't wait to see the security video."

*****

Alexander awoke in the warm waters, his tentacles still wrapped around Sophie as she slept against him. He shook her gently, watching her eyes flutter as she too awoke in the middle of the hotspring. "Ey. Wake up, girlie."

They both stretched out, the tentacle monster taking care to watch her small breasts bounce as little as they could from her movement. Thoughts of pouncing on her coursed through Alexander's mind, his mental eye picturing himself wrapping his tentacles around her neck while rubbing her sensitive spots, making her knees go weak as she struggled to stand... no. There would be time for such things later. Not that he didn't know that the dear little Sophie would willingly allow herself to be taken whenever he wanted, Alexander felt that the Protectorate might be looking for him.

They did say that they had a use for his skills, but he didn't know if they knew about him and Sophie sneaking off to enjoy each other's attentions in their hotspring. He'd not seen the dozens of security cameras that regularly were seen throughout a Facility compound, and didn't want the Protectorate site going on any kind of alert because he disappeared.

"Get dressed, my dear, then meet me in the cafeteria." Alexander said as they got out of the water. Sophie did as she was told, then looked over to the tentacle monster, "What are you going to do, Master?"

"I have to find Melissa."

Sophie pulled a face, but quickly shook her head as if clearing a thought from her mind. "She is a nice girl."

Alexander nodded, shifting back into his cat form. "She is. Very friendly. We would not have escaped if not for her help."

Sophie seemed to be reminded that she, in part, owed her freedom to Melissa almost as much as she did Alexander. She relaxed, and gave a smile. "Well, I look forward to seeing you both in the cafeteria."

Alexander returned his smile, "Indeed. I can find out from her what exactly it is the Protectorate has in store for me..."

"Is that all you want from her, Master?" Sophie said with a smirk. Alexander chucked, "Hehehehe... why so curious?"

Sophie shook her head, smiling with her eyes closed. "Just wondering how long it will be until I can expect you in the cafeteria, Master."

Alexander grinned widely, "Shortly. And don't worry. You're not going to have to be curious for long, my dear."

The two walked out of the hotsprings, allowing the water filters to get to work on cleaning the copious amounts of slime out of the pool. They parted ways in the hallway, Alexander going to look for Melissa while Sophie went to get them both something to eat. Sophie could not help but wonder what exactly Alex was thinking when he'd said that she wouldn't have to be curious for long.

The tentacle monster worked his way along the compound, trying to catch Melissa's scent. He reached a hallway where he thought he caught it, and walked into a hallway labeled "WEAPONS RESEARCH LABS"

Following what he thought was Melissa's trail, he saw a flash of light in the corner of his vision. He ducked around the wall, as a sizeable BOOM rocked the compound. Smoke poured from the nearest room "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" the tentacle monster yelled, looking around for any injured people. What surprised Alexander was that the various people walking around regarded the explosion and the clearing smoke with little heed. A grey wolf walked by him, "Don't worry about it. It happens all the time. It's Katherine again."

"Katherine?"

The wolf merely pointed into the room as he walked off without another word. Alexander poked his head in and looked around. A glass vial came sailing right for his head as a piercing shriek rang out. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?" screamed an orange tabby cat.

Alexander's reflexes saved him as he caught the vial instinctively, and ventured into the room. The orange tabby was a waifish specimen under a white lab coat. She bolted around the room, throwing glass vials everywhere. "Umm," Alexander said, "You kind of exploded."

The tentacle monster caught another vial aimed at his head and the alleged Katherine screamed again, "I AM WELL FUCKING AWARE OF THAT!" she said before milling over the remaining vials. Alexander caught her muttering to herself as she did so.

"Worthless worthless worthless... I said MONO carbon, not FIBER carbon... IDIOTS!" she said as yet another vial was thrown and broken. Alexander dared not tread too close lest he get glass embedded into his form. Katherine, on the other hand, seemed to have the sense to wear a pair of thick rubber boots. Alexander looked the tabby cat over before speaking, "Terribly sorry, my dear, but I can't imagine flying glass to be conducive to a healthy work environment."

Katherine gave him a flat look. "You know? You're absolutely right." she said, picking up a vial of green liquid. She walked over to where Alexander was standing, glass crunching underfoot. "What ever would I have done without such a big strong man to come and protect me from my destructive habits, hmmm?" She said, her voice lowering almost seductively.

Alexander was more than a bit wary of this complete change in demeanor, but he held his ground with a smile. "I don't know about all that, my dear. But a gentleman does not allow a lady in such distress to her own devices. It is... impolite, I say."

Katherine smiled sweetly. "Is that so? Well allow me to... reward the gentleman for his concern." The orange tabby cat upended the vial and poured its contents on Alexander's head. A stinging sensation shot through his head and wherever the liquid trickled. A stinging that gave way to severe burning. Alexander doubled over clutching at his head to wipe off the liquid,

"Gaaaaah!" he yelled, succeeding in only getting the acid on his hands as well as his head. Katherine gave him a forceful shove out the door, "GET! OUT! OF MY! LAB!"

Alexander fell limply against the opposite wall as the door to the laboratory was slammed shut.

"Holy FUCK that burns soooo bad..."

He lay there, clutching himself as the acid burned itself out before a pleasant, cooling sensation spread from the top of his head. He looked up as his pain disappeared into the familiar face of a lovely fox girl holding yet another empty vial. Melissa shook the last few drops onto Alexander's head before she spoke bemusedly, "I see you've met Katherine."

"Apparently..." Alex grumbled. "Is she always such a..."

"Heinous bitch?"

"Precisely, my dear."

"Yeah, pretty much. No one likes her, but a more brilliant chemist, there is none. So we keep her around, just give her a wide berth. You really ought not to try your charms on that one, my friend. Lest you want more acid dumped on you."

"Noted..."

Melissa took his arm and lifted him up, "Up you get, Alex."

The tentacle monster allowed himself to be helped up. "I was actually looking for you."

The foxgirl nodded, "Me, too, actually. Luckily I heard you scream."

"Silver lining, and all..."

Melissa giggled, "Of course. Anyway, we have a job for you Alex."

"So soon?"

"Always something to do around here."

"All right, what's this one entail?"

"There's an anomaly we keep trying to locate, but every time we try to go after it, all of our agents forget what they were doing and come back. We think it's something that fucks with your brain once you get too close, and we figure you might not be affected, due to your nature."

"Hmm. Curious." Alexander said as he walked along with Melissa. "Tell me more."

Alexander and Melissa discussed the upcoming mission as they made their way to Sophie, who was eagerly awaiting them in the cafeteria, keeping a plate piled high with various kinds of meat warm and waiting Alexander.

*****

Back in one of the basements of Site 24, a large brown bear in a suit enters a room lined with various surgical equipment. In the center of the room is an operating table, with a tigress strapped naked to it. Behind Professor Garron trails a small mouse girl dressed in what appears to be bondage fetish gear. Her arms bound by a high-tensile ropes, her mouth obstructed with what appeared to be a ball gag.

Professor Garron led the mouse girl by a leash and a collar, her steps were awkward by the way her four and a half-inch heels were tied together. The ensemble did much to ensure that she could not move too far away from the Professor. The mouse girl did not wear any clothing, merely the ropes that looped and knotted around her body, keeping her arms tightly bound behind her back. She walked obediently behind Garron, her eyes half-lidded in what was an apparent pleasure.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked the tigress on the table.

Professor Garron merely smiled, "You have been chosen personally to assist me in my experiment."

"Are you going to kill me?"

The large bear smiled, a faux smile that was outwardly reassuring, inwardly devious. "No no, not at all, my sweet little tiger." Garron sat down on his chair, and proceeded to untie the mouse girl's ropes.

"On the contrary, I am going to give you pleasure unmatched by anything you've ever felt."

Once the mousegirl's ropes were untied, the bear placed the ropes gently on the ground, and undid her shoes, allowing her freedom of movement. "Ginger. Be a darling and help our friend here get comfortable."

The mousegirl nodded before walking over to the operating table. The tiger squirmed with anticipation, wondering what was going to happen to her. Ginger the mousegirl untied one of the tiger's legs, before pulling it open and tying it back down. She did the same to the other leg, leaving the tiger laying spread eagle on her table. "Good girl, Ginger..." Professor Garron said.

"You're going to rape me?" asked the tiger, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Oh, please, my darling. You cannot rape the willing." the large bear said, unbuckling his pants and it seemed that the tiger girl's fears were cemented. "I promise that by the time we are done here, you will be begging for it." The tiger girl did not like the sound of that one bit.

Ginger walked back over to the large bear, who proceeded to unbuckle her gag, freeing her mouth. However, it seemed to be only a temporary freedom since the large bear pressed down on Ginger's shoulders, who knelt obediently and took his large bruin cock into her eager mouth. The lewd sounds of Garron's pleasure soon filled the room as readily as his bear musk invaded the tiger girl's nostrils.

"You see, this is a scientific venture." said Garron, speaking as the small mousegirl expertly sucked his member. It was a practiced motion, Ginger was very skilled at what she did. She'd pleasured the large bear more times than he could remember. He wasn't sure if he could even count that high, as intelligent as he was. Ginger had been his charge for years, and indeed, was one of the reasons for his current position. "You see, Ginger here has a special ability. We've modified her salivary glands to secrete a special chemical that we like to play with."

Garron looked down to the mousegirl currently burying his cock down her throat. "Isn't that right, my lovely?" he said, running his claw through her long blonde hair. The mousegirl smiled up at Garron, her eyes still glazed and dreamy, "Mmm-hmm." she elicited in response, the vibrations of her hum sending only more pleasure up Garron's spine.

"We like to call it Serum. And it has some special properties." the large bear continued. "You, as a feeder-class, I have chosen personally to help me test the limits of this Serum."

Professor Garron told the truth, he had personally selected the tiger girl from the feeder-class, and intended to have a bit of fun. She was attractive, from her curvy butt to her ample breasts. She ignited a fire in Professor Garron that he just had to extinguish with her body. What he lied about, was the experiment. Professor Garron knew full well the extent of his Serum, yet he labeled all experiments with it, "Results inconclusive. Require further testing."

As long as he used feeder-class personnel, and claimed to be testing the serum, Professor Garron had found a way that he could have as much fun with anyone he deemed attractive enough in the feeder ranks, and no one would ask inconvenient questions. Professor Garron loved his job. He even used the OR rooms without security cameras, a privilege warranted him by his position as an OS-5. Still low an OS number to conduct experiments personally, but high enough to set him as one of the senior ranking supervisors. It was a cushy position, all of the perks and none of the responsibilities.

"Serum?" asked the vulnerable tiger girl.

"Yes, Serum." answered the bear, who's eyes had closed as he concentrated on the tongue that eagerly roamed his shaft. "You see, we use this Serum to... control a lot of people. It is imperative that we know the limits and the extents that it can go to. You, my darling, are going to help me test the limits of third party intracontact."

These words were lost on the tigergirl, who continued to silently cry. She could not struggle, but she would not give the Professor the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. She accepted the inevitable with a cold detachment of someone thinking of anything else but the present situation.

Professor Garron moved Ginger away from his member. A fiber optic strand of saliva still connected the mousegirl's mouth to his bruin cock.

Ginger was one of Professor Garron's earliest experiments. After inventing the Serum, he had set about a way to produce it biologically. Ginger was the result. Kept docile by a mixture of sedatives and tranquilizers, her salivary glands were retrovirally made to produce Serum by a combination of rewriting her DNA and restructuring her organs. Her Saliva was 93% Serum.

Unbeknownst to the record, Professor Garron had also made some other additions to Ginger's makeup. He altered her brain to be heavily orally fixated. Ginger's brain was wired to release endorphins as long as she was sucking on something. Garron kept her complacent in a sea of drug and chemical-induced euphoria, aided in part by the cock-gag he kept her locked in. In addition, Ginger's Serum contained a mild aphrodisiac. Something he felt was a personal triumph of his knowledge of biological chemistry.

Garron approached the tiger girl, and crawled onto the table with her. "You're going to enjoy this more than you've ever enjoyed anything..." he whispered as he plunged his serum-laced cock into the tiger's body. Ginger's saliva was thick and slimy, easily lubricating the bear's plunge into the depths of his tiger prisoner.

The tiger girl looked away from her assailant, her mind retreating to anywhere else. She was determined to lay there as a dead fish, not giving the Professor any sort of satisfaction. Unfortunately, Professor Garron only fed off of this passive resistance. He knew that the serum laced on his cock would work its way into her bloodstream and eventually reach her brain. He fucked the helpless tiger girl and watched his Serum work its magic.

It started in slowly. The tiger girl's aloof defiance melted away as she started twitching. The serum worked its way to the tigergirl's brain, her body growing flushed as her desire grew as she was fucked. It was only a few moments before she started in with barely stifled moans. Garron's grin grew evilly wide once the Serum became too much for her brain, releasing all her inhibitions as it craved more and more. It was not much longer after that the he had the tiger girl begging him to fuck her.

"Oh, god yes! Please! Mmmgh, I need it!"

Professor Garron gave a deep laugh, "Tell me how much you want it, my sweet little tiger."

"Aaah, sooo bad... I want it, I wantit Iwantit Iwantit...Ungh! I want it!"

Ginger, who had been watching the Professor and his captive, crawled forward. Professor Garron felt a familiar tongue roam his bouncing balls. "Ginger, you darling girl, yes." he moaned out as the mousegirl took his balls into her mouth and started sucking. Assaulted by the two pleasurable sensations, Professor Garron felt his orgasm welling up within them. Ginger felt her handler's balls contract in her mouth before the large bear released a modest amount of his bruin seed into the aching sex of the tiger girl. The Professor and his captive cried out as their desire washed over them in a devastating wave of pleasure, the Serum coursing through their bodies doing its best to bring them to heightened levels of pleasure.

The Professor pulled away from the tiger, despite her clutching at his fur in an attempt to hold him close. He crawled backwards and settled onto one of the little rolling chairs. His softening cock dripped with his and the tiger's juices, but the ever vigilant Ginger soon had his cock back into her mouth, obediently cleaning it with her tongue. Professor Garron sighed deeply at the sensation.

"P-...Professor?" said the tiger weakly.

"Yes, my sweet?" the bear answered, but the tiger girl said nothing. "My... my name is Jenna." she said.

"I am aware, my darling Jenna." said Garron.

"I-... I'm cold, Professor."

"Ginger, be a dear and go warm our friend up."

The mousegirl silently and obediently got up, the fluids having been greedily sucked clean. Ginger walked over and climbed on top of the tiger girl before attacking Jenna's freshly fucked sex with her tongue. The moans of the tiger girl increased again as the mousegirl poured more serum into her nether folds. "P-Professor?" she moaned out.

"Yes?"

"C-Could you... ungh... fuck me again? Ahhh... please?" she managed.

"Only if you stop being so selfish, my sweet Jenna." the bear smiled. "Ginger, please allow our friend to repay us for our services."

The mousegirl pivoted so that her own sex was at Jenna's face, leaking desire all over the tigergirl's front.

The serum coursing through both girl's systems did not allow something as simple as sexual orientation get in the way of the brain's desire for more serum. Jenna set to work on Ginger's pleasure as eagerly as Ginger did hers. Professor Garron enjoyed the two girl's 69ing as he walked over to a computer terminal and typed in,

RESULTS INCONCLUSIVE.

REQUIRE FURTHER TESTING.