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A Matter of Perception

Page 212, subsection Containment Regulations of the Employee's Handbook: ensure that all live specimens are accounted for, regularly observed, and have their containers sealed prior to leaving the Observation Center. Should a containment breach occur, you should remain calm and quiet in order to prevent alarming the specimen and utilize the silent alarm located at each entrance into the Observation Center.

Declan's black paws blurred over the keyboard as he swiftly and precisely typed up his report on today's findings. Working late at the laboratory sucked, but at least the pay was good. Just as well too; the place was creepy enough during the day when other researchers were working with him, but it took on a new kind of atmosphere in the dead of night when the only sounds were the clackity-clack of a lone anthro's claws against plastic buttons.

He glanced briefly into the reflection of himself cast in the monitor, and gave it a cheeky wink and blew a kiss at his mirrored self.

Declan stood up and stretched, popping his back into a more vertical position than the hunched-over stoop he'd been in for the last forever. He was a ring-tailed lemur, and stood at a little over six feet (tall for his species) and had a physical build that could be described as average: not lean, not muscular and not fat; simply average with a couple of extra pounds on his belly and rump that comes with a mostly-sedentary job. The vast majority of his pelt was a light gray, darkening at the extremities with coal-black flesh for his inner palms and soles of his bare footpaws. His eyes were a bright orange with tiny pupils bordered by the silver spectacles balanced along his nose, which were his second-most-notable feature after his long monochromed ringed tail that extended almost as long as his body was tall. He was wearing his usual work attire of dark khakis and a green nylon pullover covered by his body-length white lab coat. Newly limber, the anthro walked away from his desk and approached a pristine white metal door, pushing his ID against the locking device in order to gain ingress. The door beeped affirmatively and slid aside, allowing Declan access to the containment chamber.

The lemur's job was complicated, to say the least. Whenever it came up in casual conversation with friends, family or lovers he would simply reply that he worked in a government office and quickly change the subject. While technically true, this brief description mentions nothing about the phone book of an NDA that he had to sign or the rigorous security screening needed to ever get the position. In general, he and his colleagues simply studied extraterrestrial artifacts that had wound up on Earth by all manner of methods. Specifically, Declan worked in the study and research of alien life...and they had specimens with which to carry out this research.

A soft industrial hum droned in the background of the room as vents worked tirelessly to recycle fresh air into the room and maintain the temperature needed to preserve living subjects. The primate's amber eyes scrutinized the contents of the glass enclosures: each sealed clear cylinder contained some weird abstract form of extraterrestrial life. Contrary to media portrayal, there were no Gray Fur beings from beyond the stars with humongous, black, oval eyes in their possession. Most were single-celled organisms recovered from abandoned alien artifacts and technology, such as a small cluster of amoeba that could only survive in acidic climes of pH 2 and below or the creature affectionately dubbed 'The Shoelace' due to its body being nothing more than apparently a single long strand a millimeter thick that perpetually leaked some substance or other. However, tonight Declan was charged with observing a specific specimen that was referred to in all legal and less-legal documents as Subject 5, or S5 for short.

A few months ago, their field team had recovered a living organism that was evidently not from this world during a particularly dark new moon night. What appeared at first to be a mere oil spill shocked the unit as it moved of its own accord, stretching and expanding into an inky puddle almost five feet long. As it was observed the creature appear to almost bubble and pop, yet never seemed to lose mass. Parts of it extended out like tentacles, solidifying then turning back into a jellied liquid and dissolving back into the whole. No mouth was present on the entity; in fact no common anatomical traits associated with living things could be confirmed on their initial contact. With tongs and probes the scientists were able to get it contained and shipped to the lab for study. Thus, it fell to the ring-tailed primate tonight to document any new developments that arose during his shift. It was in many ways similar to a security gig, except the threat was ever present and the guard was required to take notes the entire time.

S5 was the newest and strangest addition to the facility. It was a great pity therefore that, for all its mystery it appeared to be perhaps the most boring example of alien life that the team had ever rescued. The lemur wouldn't consider himself uncaring or lazy, but he did get easily distracted and this particular shift brought out the worst of that weakness. He stared at the jet, sentient blob as if he could will it into activity. Alas, nothing happened; not even a respired mist formed on the inside of the glass to indicate breathing. He fought back the unexpected urge to tap the glass; nothing likes that. With a sigh, Declan walked backed to his station and plopped into his chair, briefly lowering his glasses to rub his temples as he felt a minor headache coming on.

Tapping away at his machine, the lemur recited tonight's findings in great and expansive detail as he would every fifteen minutes for the next several hours:

23:00 - S5 did nothing of note.

23:15 - S5 did nothing of note.

23:30 - S5 raised up slightly, then sank back into the floor of its container. Possible respiration.

23:45 - S5 looked a bit less black than normal, maybe. Maybe not.

00:00 - S5 possibly moved a bit.

00:15 - S5 did nothing of note.

00:30 - S5 did nothing of note.

00:48 - S5 did nothing of note. Late log (went to bathroom to take an aspirin).

Declan's eyes strained at the clock on his computer as it seemed to confirm that he was frozen in time at 00:59. His headache had ceased in its progression thanks to the aspirin, but medication can do only so much when one stares at a screen for hours. He knew that he should check on S5 as he always did every quarter-hour, as per his job. However, it had been an hour of exactly zero activity and between working on even less exciting projects and getting distracted by his personal tablet the lemur's willpower to make the 60 second marathon walk to the containment chamber was rapidly dwindling. He'd never missed an inspection before, and nothing bad had happened in the entire facility in almost 90 days (8 more until building-wide pizza party).

I can miss it just this once. Damn thing never does anything anyway, thought the primate as he forged an entry into S5's log:

01:00 - S5 did nothing of note.

The lethargic primate gave a languid stretch, extending his long limbs and flexing his deft fingers and long toes out and giving a long yawn. It would be another hour before another fur came into the building (the night janitor, who himself was a fellow researcher since only other scientists could be trusted to maintain the equipment and premises) and another three hours before another similarly-tasked colleague appeared to give him a break from the backbreaking labor of standing up every fifteen minutes. Satisfied that his lapse in judgement wouldn't condemn the entire building (which really, technically speaking, should be condemned anyway on ethical grounds) the black and white-furred prosimian glanced around to check for signs of intelligent anthro life before drawing his attention to his tablet under his desk.

Unlocking the device, he reopened his current tabs to reveal his newest distraction: his personal online blog featuring an easily recognizable young lemur striking a tastefully nude pose. The sleek, soft monochrome fur groomed perfectly along his limbs and chest, smoothing out over his tiny amount of belly pudge heading towards the fur's crotch that was covered by the primate's crossed legs. Declan felt his loins ache at the renewed sight; he was certainly a hot guy to look at if he said so himself. Which he did.

Reclining back a little in his chair with his head now almost completely pain-free, the flexible mammal started to nonchalantly rub the swelling in his crotch with a dexterous and capable footpaw while his hands held and scrolled through the device. The young scientist had always found nerdy guys hot, and he was the hottest nerd guy he could think of. So when his friend-with-benefits offered to shoot a couple of pictures with him the lemur was delighted, and not just because someone else had acknowledged his beauty. His special friend, a handsome lion named Wajir, was only too happy to photograph the lemur before, after, or even during their sexual encounters with each other. Objectively, the primate wasn't a bad looker at all but he was no slender twink, chiseled musclefur or mature daddy like most furs would flock towards. Self-confidence (haters would say 'narcissism') was a hell of an aphrodisiac.

He cycled through his recent posts as he fondled himself: mostly solo pinup style shots such as kneeling away from the camera with his long ringed tail coyly covering up his spherical, obsidian testicles and equally dark, long, flaccid cock drooping over them. Even with the convenient censorship, a curious (thirsty) fur could easily zoom in on the obscured genitalia to see a tiny peek of his left nut or the wrinkled tip of the lemur's ebony foreskin. His footpaws were on full display in this photo, their gray-furred tops pressing against the mattress to show off the soft yet strong black heel and pads of his finger-like toes. The digits curled up slightly, demonstrating the potential grip they could exert over any phallic object and allowing the viewer's imagination to do the rest. Being a primate meant that his paws and footpaws were essentially interchangeable in their utility, and the cute young prosimian had serviced Wajir's thick, barbed cock on many an occasion with a double footjob while he masturbated himself in the more conventional way.

Staring with vain hunger at the subtle curves of his own ass and the cute feet paws he owned, the lemur massaged his cock to full attention inside his pants with his prehensile toes. Angling himself back to give himself better access to himself, Declan quickly and effortlessly employed his other footpaw to open his belt and zipper; at this point the horny fur had to flex out his lengthy and strong tail behind him against the floor to prevent himself from tipping over, but this too was not a great challenge. Letting go of his tablet momentarily, the prosimian reached over with his paw to aid his foot in stretching out and pulling down his white briefs around his smooth black balls.

Returning the hand to the tablet, the lemur resumed his autofootjob. His cock was fully erect now, the male's long and soft penile skin covering completely the leaking tip of his impressive cock; a very admirable seven inches of obsidian (both in tone and effective hardness) pointed to the fluorescent lights above as the primate utilized both of his wonderfully sensitive feet to stimulate his prick. The left footpaw's toes curled around the large shaft and began manually stroking, squeezing just right as it slide the prosimian's slippery warm foreskin up and down Declan's rod and eliciting a soft pant and drop of pre with each movement that drew the skin back over his tender and easily-pleasured head. The right footpaw's toes reacted when the skin was relaxed to fully cover the moist tip, rubbing the tender glans via rubbing the hot, sensual foreskin over it to smear his precum around like a natural lubricant. The fact that his skilled footpaws were almost as sexually-charging to the male as his genitals made this all the more delightful. This unusual masturbation method was discovered out of the necessity to type or browse with both hands while still eagerly needing to jerk off to whatever porn or adult-themed roleplay chat in which Declan used to engage as a horny teenager.

“Oh, yeah...I'd fuck you so hard…," he confessed to himself as he lusted over the most upvoted slide this month: a POV of the primate on his back, legs up and spread as his friend spread the shiny, jet flesh of his tailhole with a teal, ridged dildo modeled after some species of scaley anthro. The toy, a favorite of the primate's, was about halfway inside of him at that point in the shoot. It wasn't a huge toy by any means, but the curve of the silicone shaft and the blunt nubs were designed to perfectly poke the magically orgasmic button hidden inside of each male. Declan's agile digits and footpaw pads worked harder over every inch of his dick, precum dribbling between his prehensile toes as they worked to spread and coat his malehood with that slightly sweet liquid. He reimagined the day they took that picture, especially when the dildo was replaced by the familiar girth and heat of Wajir's penis; the big strong feline paws holding him up by the ankles as he pressed just shy of six and a half inches of fat lioncock inside of him and pounded him wantonly as he usually did every other weekend. Those lemur soles provided him the perfect warm and plush cushions into which he could thrust his ebony uncut member, the elongated and able extremities of his feet maintaining their luxuriously pleasurable grasp and slick movements of that moist foreskin gliding over his penis.

The pent-up lemur shut his eyes in bliss, no longer gazing at the zoomed-in image of his own hole swallowing the brightly-colored dildo into himself and focusing on the sensations of his body. Working all night for the past week meant he slept most of the day away, and thus hadn't had any time to take care of one of the baser needs of any young adult; jerking off or hooking up with his fuckbuddy. His chest rose and fell more rapidly as his breathing became more and more shallow, the primate groaned quietly and bit his lip as he got close. His sensitive footpaws getting just as much pleasure as they gave to his genitals, fluid trickling liberally over his black toes as he squeezed and stroked his turgid length: Declan's entire body ached for that finality of a strong orgasm.

Then, just before he approached the point of no return he heard a loud thud coming from the containment chamber accompanied by the usually off-white light turning bright red and flashing wildly to indicate an emergency. The hormone-addled brain of the ring-tailed fur didn't fully register this immediately, but the shock was enough to make him jump in surprise and tip backwards in his chair. Declan crashed onto the floor, unharmed but very compromised with his disheveled work attire and throbbing erection pulsating weakly between his footpaws. Letting go of himself in a mixture of frustration and panic the anxious lemur stuffed his hard and slippery junk back into his pants and grabbed his trusty flashlight out of his drawer. He glanced at the time: it was 01:34. He'd been beating off for over half an hour at his own (very hot) body and had missed his last two (technically three) check-ins on S5. Worried for his job and his own safety, Declan made his way hurriedly to the door and barely avoided slamming into the solid sliding panel as he hamfistedly pressed his ID against the lock. He gripped the base of the flashlight in his left paw, not as an aid to see in darkness (his eyes were more than capable) but as something to defend himself with in case the unthinkable had happened.

The unthinkable had happened. Declan employed the flashlight's incandescent beam in vain as a means to double-check, but it was plain to see the reality of things despite the diminished, scarlet illumination of the chamber: Subject 5's container was empty. Panicked signals began relaying back and forth across the young researcher's brain; this could ruin the entire project and it would be all his fault! Forget merely being fired, he'd never be able to find work again as a government scientist: the best he could hope for was to not be 'covered up' by the board of directors. Declan rushed into the room, remembering to lock the door behind him but forgetting all about the silent alarm button in his hurry to track down S5. The mission: to recover S5 and therefore his career. With what limited forthought remained in his mind he took the battery-powered stun gun from its charger on the wall and walked into the dimly-lit chamber bearing his tools. His right thumb clicked on the power of the gun; it was non lethal but potent enough to subdue even the largest and most rabid of uncooperative starspawn...at least it had been so far. Every employee had to go through basic training and take security and maintenance courses at the facility, under the philosophy that during any emergency only one fur may be available. Therefore, one must be capable of dealing with any situation until professional aid comes.

“Alright, you gooey motherfucker…," said Declan, willing his fear into determination as he bared his primate teeth in the smiling threat known for his species. Taking a deep breath, he sought the escapee from outer space.

The lemur searched the other door first at the opposite end of the chamber; sealed.

Good, that means it's in here...I hope reasoned Declan, his index finger hovering outside the trigger guard as he scanned about with his flashlight, eyes scrutinizing every angle and shadow. However, he could find no trace of the inky abomination. After several tense minutes of searching the prosimian scientist-cum-hunter began to get frustrated, not just due to the urgent scenario but also due to his unfinished business from earlier.

“Oh, come on! Where are you, you alien fuck?!," yelled the lemur angrily. He just wanted to be done after this. Hell, he may just put in his notice after this shit. To top it all off, his headache had returned; the waves of hypertension pulsed throughout his cranium and caused him to wince. Just then, he caught a glimpse of a shadow literally rolling behind the empty glass cylinder. Declan was started and dropped the flashlight, the resulting smash reverberating through the empty chamber as pieces of warm and broken lens scattered about the floor. Taking the stun gun into both paws the primate aimed at the place to which he'd seen S5 crawl.

“Come on, you slippery bitch...time to get back in your box...". Advancing with what remaining nerve he possessed, Declan took a deep breath and darted around the cylinder with his finger around the trigger. He looked down the sight and exhaled when he saw around the container, giving a light squeeze to summon a crackling blue-white bolt from the sidearm, the discharged electricity fizzling harmlessly against the non conductive metal surface of the floor. Subject 5 was not there.

“Fu-!", the lemur cursed angrily, or at least tried to before the air was slammed out of his lungs as his torso crashed into the floor following a violent tug on his large tail. The gun spilled from his paw and out of his reach, becoming much more blurry and distorted as it skidded across the floor. His glasses, or what remained of them, were unfortunately much clearer to the dismayed primate as they lay mere inches from his nose without either of the lenses intact. He didn't remember hitting his head, yet his brain felt like it was about to split from the worst migraine he'd ever experienced. Despite his discomfort he used his flexibility to rotate his body to properly face his assailant.

It was the most disgusting thing Declan had ever witnessed, Subject 5 had grown to the size of a car and had spawned a hideous conglomeration of sticky appendages that entwined and flexed among themselves. An icicle sank into his heart: his pupils shrank and trembled in terror of the eldritch horror as the looming oily monstrosity seized his tail and both of his footpaws; the slick pseudopods of S5 groped and restrained the poor lemur tightly. As it dragged the panicked and pained anthro to probably certain doom Declan's elbow cracked into something hard and blunt: the flashlight! Grasping it barely in his sweating paw as he felt himself slide he brought it to bear against his chest, and once in range of the terrible entity swung with all his might. He'd have to kill it, but it'd be better than whatever fate the repulsive ooze had in store for him.

A fraction of a second before the makeshift mace connected with some part S5's anatomy he heard a voice that paralyzed the primate's entire body.

“Please, stop! We're friends, remember?", said a calming, firm and familiar voice directly into Declan's brain.

The flashlight ceased its intended path of destruction and felt extremely heavy in the fur's paws: he almost cracked Wajir right in the skull! The tool felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, so he let it drop harmlessly from his palms. The device fell towards a stray liquidated part of the beast, which nonchalantly split and leaked around the flashlight before rejoining and molding itself over the busted item. He them looked directly at the beautiful lion caressing him so gently, the large tawny cat's paws massaging his black footpaw and tail. In his confusion Declan completely accepted that his fuck-buddy would be here with him in a secret government-funded lab in the dead of night. Indeed, it never crossed his mind once.

“I...oh God, I'm sorry...", stuttered Declan, feeling very ashamed of himself for lashing out at a true friend who had been with him since they were cubs. “I was...it got dark and there was an alarm, I was so frightened Waj...", he explained, shivering slightly but slowing his breathing as he calmed down and regressed into a more tranquil state. His headache had also almost totally abatted too, which was fortunate. The lemur, feeling snug and safe in the embrace placed his arms around the lion's buff chest as best as he was able and pet his back.

Back in reality, the shuffling, writhing, black abomination wriggled and oozed about the lemur: its many tentacles forming and deforming at a seemingly random rate. The slimy limbs around Declan's ankles split at the tips, allowing new tendrils to slide warm and wet along the soles of his sensitive lemur feet. It had its recipient, now all it needed was the lemur's DNA to make the propagation complete. Through its unique senses, it perceived a partial sampling of the primate's information-rich fluids: it needed more, and went straight to the source. The quasi-liquid, featureless monstrosity spread between Declan's toes as it absorbed the precum around them, harvesting what it could before impossibly contorting its form into a receptive sleeve. Two more tentacles sprouted from the formless onyx mass and slowly but surely tugged down the lemur's pants, which were already partially unfastened due to the haste at which they were earlier replaced. The two newer tentacles changed shape then, one became slimmer and wrapped comfortably around the primate's testicles to facilitate semen production. The other became thicker, more tapered and slick as it slid up between Declan's exposed legs, running wetly over his backsack before nuzzling hard against his tailhole in its demand for entry; the slickened pseudopod suffering little resistance in its attempted to penetrate the anthro. The multi-limbed ooze had its victim utterly bound, physically and mentally, subjecting the lemur to its primitive desire to replicate. Tentacles elongated and contorted around the lemur's torso and limbs, holding and spreading him as was necessary. As soon as the prosimian's long, foreskin-covered dick hardened fully from the whole-body pleasure the gooey sleeve slipped over it, enveloping Declan's dick into a warm, wet and tight orifice: what male anthro could resist that?

“Waj...oh, fuck yes..." as he found himself in a common position beneath the masculine feline. On his back, long ringed tail curling around his friend's waist as he felt that lion's fat prick piston in and out of his ass nice and hard: each and every thrust dragged those fleshy, soft barbs against his sensitive inner flesh as the cockhead nudged his prostate just right. Wajir's paw was wrapped around Declan's cock, a thumbpad occasionally sliding the moist foreskin about the lemur's glans between slow and deliberate strokes: Wajir was gotten very good at squeezing and stroking his fuckbuddy's uncut cock and churned out loud moans from the primate as he slid the black foreskin back and forth over the head of his penis. Always eager to pleasure his smaller friend, the large feline even held one of the lemur's footpaws to his muzzle, lapping his wet and rough tongue wantonly at the prosimian's tender dark sole and dexterous toes that served as a very powerful erogenous zone for him.

“Fuck yes...pound my ass, you stud..," panted Declan somewhat coherently as his entire body was burning with pleasure and lust. It was only a shame that he'd been masturbating earlier; he'd already brought himself close to orgasm and so it wouldn't take him long to finish at this rate.

In what may have appeared as reciprocation but was actually no more than cosmically-sourced indifference, the polymorphing extraterrestrial goop heightened its efforts on its capture. A pseudopod massaging his prostate, and another around his balls to increase seminal production; caressing slurps and suction around his footpaws and genitals to encourage a discharge. The creature even knew of Declan's tender cockhead, and treated him to a small warm appendage sliding down and around the inside of his foreskin like so many fingers and tongue before it, all the while keeping its victim ensnared amid the writhing strong, black limbs. A final rubbery organ wriggled up across Declan's panting muzzle and slipped past his lips, which the subby lemur immediately fellated and groaned around as he bucked his hips into the creature's temporary orifice. The blob didn't know when it could come, but sure enough it did. It felt the overstimulated and pent-up lemur go rigid and twitch amid the hoard of fleshy, slimy limbs as the part of its mass acting as a receptacle felt the primate's thick and data-rich sample gush into the organic container. The alien applied just a little pressure around Declan's balls and shaft in an effort to gain as much DNA as possible.

When it sensed that the terrestrial life form had nothing more to give, it changed objectives to its final task: domination. The anal appendage sank and squirmed deeper into the lemur, bypassing his inner sphincter and forcing itself painlessly into Declan's insides. The pseudopod currently being sucked and licked crammed itself into the lemur's open maw, sliding deep down his throat and into his belly. Once the anthro was as full of the alien as he could be while remaining alive, the monstrosity melted itself and allowed its more viscous form to be absorbed into the black and white fur's bloodstream.

Declan's eyes went blank, but only for a moment before he passed out; bottomless and filled with the alien substance on the cold floor. He wore nothing other than his surprisingly-tidy sweater and mildly crumpled white coat. That which did not make it into the unconscious lemur slithered itself back into its container, when it would spend the next few hours reforming and replacing the cells lost to the new host. The part of the aberration that had remained inside of the lemur had completely vanished into him after engulfing any remnant seed; not a trace of its escape evident. It had succeeded. The containment chamber was eerily silent. Then, Declan opened his eyes and picked himself up off of the floor. He retrieved his discarded pants, pulled them on, and made his way back to his desk where he recorded:

01:15 - S5 did nothing of note.

01:30 - S5 did nothing of note.

01:45 - S5 did nothing of note.

Soon, after the motionless and focused primate had typed an identical observation for the 2am mark, the door from the containment chamber opened whilst being heralded by a tuneful whistle. The janitor, a slightly pudgy middle-aged collie named Allen with a spring in his step, walked in on his usual rounds. His utility belt which showed off his paunch jingled with keys and tools as he made his way to the workstations, where sat a solitary scientist.

“Hey, Dec! Got you burning the midnight oil again, eh?", he asked cheerfully, his lingering Canadian accent balanced carefully on the tip of the 'eh'. The collie approached the lone lemur and placed a fatherly paw upon his shoulder.

Without looking up from his screen the lemur replied, “Yeah, seems par for the course now. How are you doing, Al?"

“Oh, just fine thanks kid. Just got in, y'know? Gotta make the rounds," said Allen, giving the hardworking primate a sympathetic back pat. “Hey, I found these back in the other room, did you slip or something?", he asked, offering his coworker a set of bent silver spectacle frames and the remains of a busted flashlight. “Don't worry, I swept up the glass. I'll toss this useless thing into recycling on my route."

The lemur turned to regard the object, his orange-colored eyes accepting the broken glasses with stoic indifference. Declan then looked up at the janitor, a smile creeping across his short, angular muzzle.

“Thank you. I got contacts, they must have fallen out of my pocket," he lied, taking the busted frame and slipping it into his lab coat. “Don't work too hard now!" joked the primate, forcing a wink.

Allen smiled and nodded, then set about leaving to begin his shift. All of a sudden, the collie found himself holding his paw against the side of his head and massaging his temple slightly to try and sooth the dull ache, leaning against the back of Declan's chair for support.

He turned back to regard the lemur, who seemed more focused on his work than ever before and gave a little sigh.

“Hey Dec...you got any aspirin?"