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Daily Life in the Lab By Draconicon

"Mmmph...Well...Back to the drawing board."

Tatyana shook her head as she looked towards the foot of her bed, rather disappointed at the rising smoke from the latest version of her Slumber-Pounder device. The tigress had thought that it was nearly perfect, with a ramped up engine and suitable mufflers, but the mufflers appeared to have brought about new cooling problems with their overly effective insulation.

She shrugged, sliding back until the curved rod in her rump slipped free, and rolled out of bed. Pausing to get a few cleaning tissues, she rubbed it over her rear until all the residual lube was wiped away, and reached for one of her lab coats.

"Good morning, Mistress.

"Dobroe utro, System 1. Bring up the overnight logs for me."

"Of course, Mistress."

The Siberian tigress smiled at the western accent from the artificial intelligence. Despite her general dismissal of her country's attitudes towards things, it was a small joy to hear a voice like that calling her 'mistress.' She pulled on the front of her lab coat, letting it settle over her shoulders before looking for some coffee.

A cup lowered from the ceiling, and she looked up to see one of her little spider-like helper-bots crawling around. One of its many legs waved the coffee cup back and forth, and she chuckled as she took it. Pausing only to look at the designation number on its side, she nodded her thanks.

"Learning quickly, SH-21. Learning quickly."

"Logs prepared, Mistress. Shall I display them here, or will you come to the Supervisory Chamber?

"I'll be up soon. Let me have my coffee."

"Very good, Mistress."

System 1 went silent, and the tigress walked over to one of the many wall panels. Shimmery and chrome-plated, she'd specifically designed it like many of the other rooms in the facility. Each panel had a function, and only those employees assigned to the different rooms knew what each one did. Being as this was her room, she knew precisely which panel activated the coffee machine and not, say, the Room-Nuke device.

Must find a better name for that, she thought as a coffee spout pushed itself free, pouring a thick semi-sludge of coffee mixed with chocolate and other sweet things. Ever since her visit to the west, she had gotten a taste for the more adulterated forms of coffee and caffeine, and she doubted that she would ever go back.

Tatyana tapped her foot three times in quick succession, and the neighboring floor panel dropped down, only to be replaced by a chair, swept back with a metal frame and several rings along the seat base.

"Hmmm...Not this morning, I think."

She sat down rather than activating them, and started sipping at her coffee, wondering how her experiments had progressed overnight.

She arrived in the blacked-out Supervisory Chamber a half hour later, having indulged herself with a few tests of the helper-bots arm flexibility and weight limits. It turned out that they had a maximum weight lifting power of about three hundred pounds per arm...and she'd need to work on repairing SH-21's third limb after breaking it.

Tatyana sat down before a veritable mountain of electronics, monitors stacked on monitors stacked on processors piled on who knew what else. She barely remembered where everything went, by now, and shook her head as she saw that more than half of it still had to be replaced by holographic projectors rather than the old LCD displays.

"Ah well...progress will happen. System 1?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Open the windows."

The black-out effect faded as System 1 did as it was told. Tatyana leaned back as her lab - and all of its bits and pieces - were revealed.

She never got tired of the view. From her position near the top of the lab, she could look down on the hundreds of feet of open space between her and the testing cells on the far side. Test subjects moved from one side of them to the other, sometimes on their own power, sometimes harried by different robots or other stimulations.

Tatyana let her eyes go from the upper cells to the lower ones, following the floating hard-light platforms that carried her employees from one experiment to another. Most were going off-shift, while others were going on, she imagined. Then again, she hadn't seen a clock yet; it might be a break, thinking that she was still asleep.

She shrugged; if it was, she'd find out later.

Down, down, down, and the gap between the engineering and test subject side of the lab became more and more apparent, with a great hole between them that wasn't bridged until one reached a platform more than a mile down, more of a loading bay than anything else, and she could tell from the zoomed in camera views that nothing was going on down there at that time.

Giving the flitting platforms a final glance, she cleared her throat.

"Overnight logs, System 1."

"Here you are, Mistress."

Most of the holographic displays perked up, with different report numbers floating over the cells in view across the way. Tatyana tapped her chin, considering which of the different ones needed her attention the most as System 1 continued.

"Incident reports were at a minimum last night, Mistress. There was only one escape attempt, by one Nemean Lion. He was returned to his cell with minimal difficulties, and continues to have the hard-light emitters tested on his person."

"Mm-hmm, yes."

He hadn't been as interesting as she'd hoped. A telekinetic field just outside of his body, making things slide around him. Certainly an interesting ability, but that was something she could copy without all that much trouble, and counter with less. All she had to do was make sure that the blow wasn't something that he could see coming, and that it came with sufficient strength. Seeing him crumble before a polar bear had been a good baseline for how much she needed...though where she'd get that power, she wasn't entirely sure.

Instead, Tatyana tapped on one of the reports for a test that she'd been running for a while. Other agencies had used pheromones in the past as a means of controlling others, but it was a broad and open way to do it. Too much could wind up leaving someone completely at the whims of everyone around them, particularly if they were exposed to too much stimuli after being rendered suggestible.

According to the logs, this lynx female had been exposed to the latest version of her take on the idea. Customized pheromones, leaving someone open and suggestible to one person, and one person only. The gas would linger in the system, and activate only on the chemical reaction with the person it was based off of.

In this case, Tatyana had taken some of her blood and her other fluids, and worked it down to a chemical level, found the distinct parts that rendered it unique, and adjusted the gas to the appropriate levels to react to it.

"Hmm...the lynx is unaware of the gaseous application?"

"According to our scanners, her vital signs did not change overnight, nor did she show any signs of distress, emotional or mental."

"Hmm...Yes, a visit will be worth trying."

Tatyana tapped the report again, and it flitted back to the cell.

Several other reports went by, distractions more than anything else. The tigress was already feeling her curiosity as to whether the gas had settled into the lynx's system grow, and she wanted to find out. Yet, at the same time, she needed to let it build up for as long as possible before heading down there and finding out.

Grumbling, the white tigress stood up, looking down towards the lower levels of cells. Her eyes narrowed on one of the cells almost at the bottom, glaring at the red light of that particular report.

It meant that it was overdue for attention, but that wasn't the reason she glared at it. No, it was more for the person that was in that room.

"Is the Colonel still going strong?"

"My scans indicate that he is still healthy, and continues to scream for you to, quote, 'face him like a soldier.'""

She snarled a bit, shaking her head.

"Up the doses of his drugs, and see about changing his room. Perhaps a double spiral with subliminals might crack him."

"Yes, Mistress."

Then again...

Tatyana shook her head, reaching back to her chair. Like the one in the bedroom, there were several rings built into it here, as well. She tapped one of them, and a portal whirred to life between the bands of the ring. She tapped the side of it, bringing up a holographic display, and rolled it down to cell GG32.

As soon as she double-tapped to confirm, a large canine shaft appeared. The subject in that room would likely be groaning, soon; he was still new, and she hadn't used him for this purpose just yet.

She turned and pressed her ass against the throbbing cock, letting it slide back and forth between her striped rump cheeks. It was quite warm, she was happy to feel; the legitimate warmth of a living cock versus the artificial warmth generated through lubes and warming materials was something that she still hadn't figured out how to get by. As it was, she still needed further studies.

It was leaking by the time she let the tip rub against her ass, and she chuckled to herself as she teased it, giving it a little hint of what it could have.

"System 1, open a camera view of chamber GG32."

The holographic display shifted, this time showing a doberman that was tied to an x-frame. His sheath looked like it had emptied itself, but instead of a throbbing cock hanging between his legs, he had a shimmering blue glow, spread between the band of a cock ring. He looked back and forth, his eyes wide with some fear, and she chuckled.

"Such nervous boy. Perhaps he should get some...relief."

The tigress pushed back, feeling the cock tip spread her hole open. A soft moan slipped past her lips before she could stop it, which only got louder as she pushed back further. The doberman on the screen whimpered, flailing against his bindings as he doubtlessly could feel her teasing him. That was part of the system, after all; her little distractions and stress-relieving portals let her tease them as much as they helped her.

She pushed back, feeling her cheeks part to allow that cock in further, further, and further still. Her eyes rolled back as she bit her lips, the tigress groaning.

"Mistress, I detect that your neurons are beginning to fire faster. Should I bring up the different outstanding testing ideas?"

"Mmmph...Yes, System 1..."

The bastards at the Red Brain Think Tank might have made her a pervert for their own designs, but she wasn't above using them to help accomplish her own goals.

She pushed back, her ass swallowing that shaft up to the knot. It wasn't the biggest that she'd taken, but the solid grind of his bulbous thing against her ass was still enough to make her take pause, letting it rest against her rather than trying to take it right away.

Besides...it was starting.

Tatyana shuddered as the memories of the old place came back, as they always did. The testing, the drugs, the different cocktails that they were forced to swallow before they were allowed food. Different students subjected to different films, different scenes that would alter them, change them, make their minds more...open...more powerful.

In her case -

"Ah!"

She moaned as she started sliding up that shaft, her hole opening and then clenching hard as it felt so very, very big inside of her. Her mind raced, different ideas rushing all over the place, inspiration firing every single millisecond.

"Now, System 1...need the problems now..."

"Yes, Mistress. Here they are."

And there they were. A list of different testing ideas, different problems with different projects that she had going. Tatyana's hips were on auto-pilot, taking that throbbing dog cock deeper, deeper, almost slamming her rim against that knot every time that she slid back down. She shakily tapped her finger against the top one, something about the range of the ass-seeking dildo launchers -

And as soon as the problem was presented, so was the solution.

"Adjusting for the hollowing out for the weight, adding in more circuitry, heat seeking of the precise warmth of the rectum, species specific missiles for variables..."

Her fingers tapped and typed at a ridiculous speed, only matched by the way she ground and humped herself back against the cock in her ass. He was oozing pre, the most that he would ever be able to do in her captivity, and it only made it better...and worse...

When she was working on the problems, she didn't have to think of her time in the Red Brain Think Tank. Didn't have to think of her 'teachers' bending her over a desk and fucking her up the ass. Didn't have to think of being pinned down, her ass cheeks held open for all the other students to see as she drooled the officials' cum from her hole.

All she had to do was solve the problem, and thanks to all the conditioning, the neural-re-writing that happened during her time there, it was so much easier when she had something back there.

Up and down, up and down, feeling that knot slamming against her rim, her pussy dripping against the chair. She typed away, muttering to herself about the source of fuel that they'd have to get, but knowing precisely the balance that they'd need to have an explosive launch that didn't threaten the person when the dildo found their ass. Penetrating clothing without actually ripping through a person's body. The after-effect, delivered by a rapid hump and spurt that would leave the soldier on the other side paralyzed, but ensuring that it didn't threaten lives by a balancing of chemicals...

"Ah...ah...ah!"

"Mistress, your vital signs are climbing towards unstable points. I would suggest stopping soon."

"I know...just...so good...getting...close..."

She had to finish it up this time, finish the problem before she came, or most of her ideas would be gone. Climax scrambled things, edging improved them. The tigress pushed down, wriggling her rear side to side over that knot. It stretched her hole, pushing her higher at that burning, tugging sensation.

Get the fuel balance right, get a scanner inside of the ass-seeking dildo for the proper dosage of the chemical. Shave off the material by an eighth of a millimeter to allow for it. No longer capable of automatic fire, but shouldn't need it with sufficient soldiers armed with it. Almost...

Barely managing to hit 'save' before she went over the edge, Tatyana slammed herself down on that knot. It popped into her ass, filling her up as she slumped forward against the desk, panting and shivering. She didn't touch herself at all; her hands were pinned beneath her head as she trembled, untouched pussy dripping slightly towards her chair, while her ass spasmed and twitched and milked that helpless cock for all it was worth.

The sound gave her the doberman's response, begging unintelligibly to let him cum. Impossible, of course. The rings prevented that, prevented anyone from finishing without a specific button being pressed...which she wouldn't. She didn't need the mess.

Slowly, the tigress managed to pull her head back up, her breath slowing down to more manageable and reasonable levels, and she pushed the button beneath her. The sudden disappearance of the knot and cock inside of her was almost as jarring and powerful as when it had popped in.

"Do you need any help in recovery, Mistress?"

"I'm fine, System 1...I'm fine."

She groaned as she sat up, her vision slowly coming back into focus. That had to be enough time to distract her properly, and she had gotten enough morning work done. True, she could get more done, if she wanted to, but the quota was a solution per hour. That's what she had set for herself, and that was met.

She pulled herself to her feet, wobbled back and forth a few times, and caught her balance with the help of her chair.

"I'm going to see to the lynx. If she's properly under, it'll be quite a breakthrough."

"Very good, Mistress. And will this be a patented product, or will we follow through with the contract and deliver to them?"

"Patented. Not letting a mind-control substance like that through..."

Not after what she'd seen other people do. She glanced down at the red file again, and shook her head before walking out of the Chamber.

It was always a relaxing ride, on the hard-light platforms. True, she was allowing every single member of her staff a chance to look at her from beneath, but as she walked around the facility with her lab coat undone and nothing on beneath it anyway, that was hardly new.

The soft, smooth thrum beneath her feet was like a massage chair, but without the tickling unpleasantness. Instead, it was like a constant, gentle vibration that worked through her soles and toes all the way up to her thighs, and the equally gentle warmth from it didn't hurt, either.

She floated along, the soft breeze of forcefully circulated air running through her fur as she approached the one-way wall of the lynx's cell. Tatyana set the light disk to float at the border, and stopped to watch.

The lynx had been captured from somewhere towards the middle of the neighboring continent, one of those countries that had sided with the west during the Troubles before the whole world had settled down again. She wasn't entirely certain which one, but it didn't matter. It was in the file, somewhere.

Her employees, as instructed, had left the lynx naked in the room, and she seemed to have become used to that. Not much in the way of modesty, anymore, with her arms at her sides, and she sat on her bed with her legs widely spread. Then again, she doubted that the test subject knew what lay on the other side of the room. None of them were allowed to be awake as they were brought from room to room.

Tatyana took one hand and rubbed it along her arm, and then along her chest before bringing it to her nose to smell. Her 'workout' with the doberman's shaft had worked up a small sweat. Not enough to stink by any means, but it gave her a smell besides a simple showered and clean state. More than enough to activate the pheromone-triggered gas, if it had settled in her properly.

Lifting a hand to a scan panel, the tigress let the cell's computer recognize her, and stepped through the panel that opened promptly. No need to let the lynx see the outside.

It closed behind her, and the other feline was immediately on her feet, one arm around her chest and the other reaching down to her privates. Tatyana chuckled; so much for a lack of modesty. She cleared her throat.

"Have you been resting well?"

"I...what? I don't speak Russian."

"Hmmmph."

The tigress shook her head, rooting around in one of her pockets. Stun pellet, bondage collar, pussy plug, pussy eraser, cock growth pill, lube -

There it was. She tugged out a putty-like substance, and tossed it over to the feline. When the lynx looked at her, helplessly, Tatyana rolled her eyes and tapped her ear. As the lynx held it up, the putty suddenly leaped from her hand to her ear. It slithered down inside as she yelped and screamed.

Tatyana gave the sludge-creature a few moments to download the data into the lynx's mind, and then spoke.

"It's harmless. Leave it alone."

"You...you speak my language?"

"No, but you speak mine, now. Data-putty. It slides down, dissolves around the skull, and lets the little data-packets slip past the blood-brain barrier. Temporary knowledge, of course; can't teach everything this way."

She looked a bit dizzy, and settled back on the bed. Knowing it could either be nerves or the start of the pheromone treatment, Tatyana took a step forward.

"Do you know who I am?"

The lynx shook her head.

"I am the head of this laboratory. And yes, the one that had you brought here. And no, there is no specific reason. Nothing special. I just needed a feline, most any feline, and my employees believed you were the best candidate."

"Employees? You mean -"

"Don't worry about it."

She was watching carefully, and she saw when the lynx took a deep breath of indignation. She also saw the sudden flicker around the eyes, the little tensing of the muscles before they relaxed again. A small smile began to slip across Tatyana's face; it seemed like the scent was doing something.

Taking another step forward, she put herself at the foot of the lynx's bed, only a few steps away.

"You are the test subject for a type of mind control. I was contracted by several dictators in the 'Stans, looking for means of control. You are the first test subject for the current strain."

"You're trying to control me? But mind control...that's not real."

"Is it not?"

Tatyana chuckled.

"Spread your legs."

Again, the gasp of shock, indignation, and the tension and relaxation. Faster this time, more powerful, and the relaxation lingered afterwards, like the lynx's face was starting to droop. Tatyana shook her head; that was an effect that she would have to work on. No point in having control if it was too obvious.

At the same time, the lynx spread her legs, as ordered. Tatyana took one more, big step forward, placing herself at the feline's side. She reached down, stroking a finger over the other feline's sex. The juices already flowing showed her that the pheromones may have had one more effect, one more thing that she had to consider. Arousal from the source of them? Most interesting, most interesting indeed.

"Kneel."

The command was followed, and the lynx hit the floor, sitting on her knees and looking up, her eyes relaxed and blank, her nose occasionally flaring to take in more of the air, more of the tigress' subtle smell.

"Well...I can call this a partial success, at least. You are obeying."

"Mistress..."

"Yes, yes, that is what I am."

Shaking her head, the tigress started to turn, only to grunt. Her hole was still rather sore from the pounding she'd given it from the dog's dick.

"Will need to use more lube next time..."

"Lube, Mistress?"

"Yes, lube. Lubricant, essential for -"

She paused, looking down at the lynx. The devotion there was growing, certainly...perhaps there was a way to ease some of the discomfort before she left.

"Place your hands at the side of your head, and brace yourself."

Giving the lynx just enough time to follow orders, Tatyana turned and lifted up her robe. She felt the warm breath of another lady against her rear for a moment, and then pushed down, sitting on the lynx's head. The presence of her hands provided a nice cushion for the tigress' rump, keeping it supported.

She wriggled backwards until her cheeks parted, and she felt the lynx's nose bump against her hole. Getting in position, she patted the feline beneath her on the top of the head.

"Lick until I tell you to stop. And keep breathing."

"Yes...Mistress..."

The soft licking began. It was a little abrasive, at first, as her hole was still rather sensitive and that tongue was, well, a cat's tongue. At the same time, it was surprisingly good, flicking over her hole again and again, eating her out in the best of ways.

Tatyana let out a long, low sigh of pleasure, her eyes closing as she leaned back and relaxed. Unlike a cock inside of her, a tongue was a soothing feeling, a distraction and a pleasure, rather than a reminder of the times before. There was no boosting to her mind, no sudden racing of thoughts. Instead, it was just a warm, deep, licking.

She started getting a little wet, but Tatyana ignored that, simply electing to enjoy the feeling of the other cat's tongue working into her, rubbing over her inner anal walls. It was eager and quick, darting back and forth, alternating between tongue-fucking and simply licking over her rim.

Soon, the tigress was grunting, her toes curling against the ground, and she knew that she would need more than that. She stood up, pointing to the bed.

"On the bed, legs spread, mouth open."

As the lynx got into position, she raised her head, calling to the ceiling.

"System 2. Coordinate with System 1 on standard experimental schedules. Leave only cell DD101 alone."

"Of course, Mistress."

The more masculine sounding System 2 was always quick and confident. Tatyana smiled, and pulled herself onto the bed, grinding her rear against the lynx's face as her fingers darted lower. Time to 'test' how much the lynx could fit inside of her.

90 minutes later...

Tatyana stepped out of the cell and back onto her platform, pulling her lab-coat on as she did.

"Most satisfactory."

The experiment, not so much; she had to test whether the gas would react to someone else the way that it did with her, and she wasn't so pleased that the lynx had become so very...malleable and robotic as she had. That wasn't what the drug was meant to do, and she wanted something subtler, even if she was only going to use it for herself.

At the same time, the lynx had proven to be very good with her tongue, and she'd been almost obsessed with Tatyana's ass. She smiled as she patted herself, and shut the door.

But now, it was time to go to another experiment. Her work was never done.

Down, down she went, passing about four different levels of experiments before she came to the one she wanted. She paused outside, looking in.

A surprisingly large mouse waited for her inside, and she smiled to herself as he strained against the equipment that she had inside. He was attached to four very heavy weights, each one weighing in the neighborhood of five hundred pounds. He had one on each arm, and one on each leg. If he were to pull on all of them at once, leverage and clever design would increase the overall weight to a thousand pounds each.

Yet, to her pleasant surprise, the mouse was lifting and lowering the two on his arms like regular exercise.

Quite the improvement for a homeless, half-starved rodent at his admittance, she thought as she watched. Of course, she was to thank for that. It was part of the Super Stud project.

She had gotten the idea from different bloodlines of horses being bred. Not merely for show, but also for work, for getting the right sort of genes into the right sort of mares for the next generation to be stronger, better than before. Selective breeding, when done as an option rather than a compulsion, had the potential to create something quite interesting.

But it was too slow for her. So, she had decided to try something...different.

"System 2, bring up the injections for cell DD101 for the last week."

"Sure, Mistress."

The cell wall was suddenly covered in holograms, for her view. She smiled as she saw that horse, bull, and dragon DNA, all altered through various means in her lab, had been pumped into the mouse. All of it had been treated with a strain of testosterone that she had modified further, and then bonded to the sperm. It had created, ostensibly, a muscle-boosting formula that would add to most any species.

Of course, the means of injecting it was anally, but she imagined that most of the men that would eventually try this would be fine with it.

The side-effects, of course, were a rather large growth between his legs. The mouse's shaft had to be at least eleven inches long at this point, and it looked like it was creeping a little further upwards with the current injection of the orca strain from the machine behind him. Tatyana smiled; perhaps it was time to ring that shaft as well.

She opened the door and stepped in, the mouse looking at her with a smile and a groan at the same time, his cock throbbing. Tatyana leaned against the wall, and began her introduction.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then let's start with some questions."

She ran through some standard ones, and then began a few more...erotic ones, seeing how he was taking to this, how he enjoyed it, and other such things, always watching to see how it affected his growing cock, and more and more thinking it was time to put a ring on it.

Just another day in the lab, indeed.

The End