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The Curious Experiment

This is a commission for Heru in the "Re-education Facility" universe, and offers you a view into another aspect of the function of this very peculiar prison, and what goes on there. I hope you'll find this an interesting read, and I will look forward to your feedback! Remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well!

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*

Director Crocker spent several days in contemplation and consultation with his advisers before he called up a meeting at the Experimental Division again. This brought the white-coated scientists back around the table that the dragon presided over - even Doctor Hart, the cougar whose proposal had led to the drake's heavy mind over the past week or so.

"Gentlemen," the dragon greeted his staff.

Approving murmurs resulted.

"I shall go directly into business," said Crocker, eyeing his audience. "I have decided that we may move forward with a trial of the so-called Hybrid Protein Synthesis Proposal -"

"Sir," said Doctor Jakovich, the wolf who shared Doctor Hart's laboratory in the Experimental Division, "we have decided to re-name the Proposal as the Hybrid Protein Harvest, or HPH, for short."

"Aitch Pee Aitch..." mused Doctor Tabard, who was Crocker's fellow drake and dressed in the white smock of the scientific state.

Crocker trilled.

"Whatever we decide to call it..." Crocker said, "I have decided that it may be of benefit to perform an initial series of tests on live subjects."

Both Hart and Jakovich perked their ears. Crocker would not have been surprised if they'd started rubbing their paws together with glee.

"However, in discussion with some of our high up backers and other parties, it has been decided that every subject chosen for the initial study must fulfill certain prerequisites."

"There are requirements of good health and some other - " Jakovich started, but was interrupted by a warning wave of a hand from Crocker.

"I will allow the experiment to be conducted only on the inmates serving life sentences," Crocker said.

Doctor Hart looked surprised.

"We have a drawn a list - "

"And you will now limit that list to the inmates who have been sentenced to life," Crocker affirmed his stance again. "Once a certain time has passed and you have assessed all the effects of the experiment on inmate health, we may open this matter for discussion once more, but before that, the trials shall commence with the inmates who have no chance for parole or conditional release."

"It does limit our available number of subjects," Doctor Hart said.

"I understand as much," Crocker said, "but we have a duty for these inmates as much as we have for the federal government, and we will not squander the potential of this place by conducting potentially harmful experiments in the part of the prison population that can be rehabilitated, eventually."

"Our purpose is to rehabilitate the life sentence sufferers as well," Doctor Tabard said. "This might interfere with the re-education program."

"The HPH program would allow us to expand the re-education program to a considerable degree in a matter of years," Doctor Hart said. "We would be looking at potential economical self-sufficiency at the end. We could make a profit on this! The market is hungry for what we could produce with our stock!"

"And at what cost?" Doctor Walsh asked. Crocker could see that the lion's face was crunched with worry.

"A great initial financial cost, and a small...human cost," Hart said, "but our men are already what they are...guinea pigs in our experiments. And with the HPH, they will help alleviate the suffering of hundreds of men, women and children with terrible diseases. Auto-immune conditions, chronic inflammation, organ transplantation recipients - even cancer!"

"I read the papers, Doctor," Crocker replied. "I know what you would like to produce. I saw your order for the genetically manipulated mouse models for the diseases you want to try your proteins on. I have read it all."

"And Johns Hopkins will sing of joy when they get their paws at our experimental ultra-pure fully homologous biosimilars!" Hart rumbled strongly. "They are already listing potential patients for the clinical trials of our drugs!"

Crocker chirped.

"You're already selling them before you have even started?" he asked.

"We have told them that we are planning a new hybridoma cell line and that we are finetuning the purification process," Hart replied. "It is a matter of time, after all."

"You plan not to tell them the origin of the proteins?" Doctor Walsh questioned.

"The fact that it is a new ultrapure cell line is all they need to know," Doctor Hart sounded convinced in his opinion.

"They'll make questions," Walsh said.

"Which the FDA will answer," Hart said. "And we know how to stop them from making too many questions about the source of our cell line."

"You seem to have everything figured out," Doctor Tabard clicked.

"Except the test subjects," Jakovich said.

"Which you will soon have decided on, I am sure," Crocker said. "I do not try to slow down your project. I am simply ensuring that it is conducted in a manner that is acceptable to all the parties involved. I think my terms are very clear."

"Minimum interference," Hart said, "I understand what you are saying, Director. Minimum interference with the rehabilitation program."

"Yes," Crocker said.

"And minimum interference with my program," the cougar replied.

"Within the limits of my authority, considerable as it is," Crocker noted.

He could smell a challenge, and that was not just a turn of phrase under the circumstances.

*

The little observation room felt quite crowded with two dragons and one white-coated cougar standing in front of the large one-way mirror that allowed them to view the space beyond. It was a hospital room, rather spartan considering that they were in a prison, after all, and currently occupied by a single person. A rat lay on the bed, looking a bit bored while he watched a television sitting on one corner of the room. Medical equipment surrounded his lonely hospital bed.

"He appears to be doing well under the circumstances," Doctor Jupiter Tabard rumbled.

Doctor Hart glanced at the rat through the one-way mirror before looking at the double dragon team of Doctor Tabard and Director Crocker.

"He is tolerating the gene injection well," the cougar replied.

The rat on the bed let out a sniffle and then coughed loudly. He blew his nose onto his paw and then wiped it clean onto his bedsheets before he relaxed back to watching TV.

Doctor Hart snorted at the distastefully unhygienic sight.

"Hmmm..." he rumbled.

"How serious are the symptoms?" Doctor Tabard asked.

"Minor," said Doctor Hart. "A fever of 100.58, some chills, some myalgias, mild upper respiratory symptoms."

"Well you did assure me that the reaction to the gene injection is akin to a cold," Director Crocker mused.

"Indeed," said Hart. "It is the third day after the injections and it does indicate that the gene implant is taking hold. Inmate Abbott's reaction is entirely normal and within limits of a regular immunological response to the gene injection."

Crocker looked at the feverish rat again, in contemplation.

"How long until we will know that it's working?" he asked.

"Not long," Hart said. "We will take blood tests every day and test them for the antibodies. In a week or so, we will start daily semen sampling to see if the Leydig cells are excreting the antibody. Once we can confirm the presence of the protein in the inmate's semen, we will perform a biopsy to confirm the status of the testicular tissue."

The dragon Director flinched at the very thought.

"I am sure you will do what is necessary, and only that," Crocker said ."We do not want to cause undue discomfort."

"Certainly," Hart said.

"It is a remarkable thought," Doctor Tabard noted, "that right now his body might already be producing the antibodies needed to treat an illness..."

"Only in minuscule amounts as of yet, I believe," the cougar said. "We expect most subjects to reach full productive potential within two or three months of the injection. It takes some time for the testicular hypertrophy to develop."

Doctor Tabard snorted.

"You don't say..."

The cougar flicked an ear at the dragon.

"Something amusing you, Doctor?" the cat questioned.

"Not at all," Doctor Tabard shook his head.

"I think we all know that it means that their balls will grow bigger because of what you are doing," Crocker said.

The cougar quirked his brow but maintained his composure.

"By some percentage, yes," Hart said matter-of-fact. "I cannot make any clear predictions based simply on the murine model but...we expect there to be a hypertrophic formation of interstitial tissue."

"Did you measure the nuts on the lab mice too?" Doctor Tabard asked.

"Actually - "

Crocker harrumphed to silence the cougar. He didn't want the discussion to go into that direction again.

"So now we are waiting to see if anything goes wrong," he said.

"We are waiting to see if things will go right, Director," the cougar said. "I have a full faith in the procedures."

"I do look forward to seeing the results," Doctor Tabard said. "It is a very interesting prospect."

Crocker looked at his fellow drake. He knew that the scientist was curious of the cougar's protein project, but also sensed the dragon's hesitancy when it came to subjecting their valuable inmates to such experiments. Tabard was remarkably protective of them, and saw the success of the behavioral modification program as a personal triumph.

"Once the initial results are in, we can start expanding," Doctor Hart said. "I already have my staff evaluating five others for the procedure."

"And you will only proceed once we know how inmate Abbott will do," Crocker said sharply.

The cougar did not look happy.

"You seem to be convinced that we are doing the wrong thing here, Director," he addressed the dragon.

"It has taken us a long time to get this place where we are now, Doctor," Crocker spoke to the cougar. "I understand what this project can mean to us, but I also know that it can also set us back. Critically even."

The cougar's thick tail swung behind him. He almost batted the walls of the little observation cubicle.

"We have worked for very long time now, Director," the cat said. "If we wait for any longer, someone else might do it before us and we stand to lose everything we have done here."

"You've told me that nobody else has gotten this far," Crocker said. "The literature seems to agree."

"The literature is only what's gotten into the publications," the cougar was dismissive. "Who knows who is getting close to the point of being able to publish results of their in vitro trials."

"Many, I suppose," Crocker said.

The cougar waved his paw at the one-way mirror that showed the bored rat on his bed.

"That's in vivo for you, Director!" Doctor Hart huffed. "The difference between success and failure, resting on this...this murderer!"

"Would you rather we used shoplifters as your gene banks, Doctor?" Crocker stated in a pointed reply.

"You don't get sent here for shoplifting," Hart said.

"It is part of the nature of our facility that we work with cases others deem hopeless," Crocker's voice was more level now, "and it is due to this fact that you get your test subjects in the first place."

"Besides, weren't you particularly happy to be getting a rat as your first subject?" Doctor Tabard noted. "Such a small genetic leap from your lab rats and mice..."

"I am not complaining about inmate Abbott's participation in the trial," Doctor Hart said. "I am simply stating that it would have been perfectly within our resources to start with a number of subjects instead of just one."

"All in due time," Crocker was firm in his opinion. "We have to see how he turns out first."

The rat coughed again.

"It will work," Doctor Hart muttered.

*

"Aaahhh....sirr..."

"Hmmph...be a good boy now..."

"Ahhhsirr..."

The dragon's body flexed from tail tip all the way to the claws that clutched onto the muscular wolf's shoulders. Crocker humped happily into the wolf's ass and pressed the large male onto the bed with every firm thrust that came from the drake's strong hips and buried his length under the trustee's tail. The wolf, named Cash, moaned blissfully with the dragon's cock sliding back and forth inside his tight ass and spreading him open wide with every strong thrust coming from behind.

The dragon asserted his territory with numerous nips on the wolf's shoulders. Cash panted and lolled his tongue out of his maw while he let our rumbles and ruffs of arousal and enjoyment at the feeling of the big cock filling him again and again. He appeared to know nothing better than being covered by the thick scaled body of the prison Director who took immense pleasure in breeding his ass hard. The bed, as sturdy as it was, creaked under the weight of the large dragon fucking the wolf's ass to his heart's content.

"Tell me who's- "

The beep of the intercom interrupted the dragon incredibly rudely in mid-fuck. Director Crocker almost lost his balance while he was at it, and a cross expression spread over his face while he listened to the insistent buzzing.

"Daddy..." the wolf moaned.

Crocker looked at where his hard cock disappeared halfway into the wolf's asshole, and then at the blinking red light on the intercom console sitting on his desk. He let out displeased growl.

"Always when I'm fucking..." he muttered.

"Hhmmmm...give it to me..." Cash moaned. The trustee wolf was obviously still very hungry for cock and even pushed his rump backwards in the hopes of gaining an extra inch of thick dick inside his ass.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP."

"Damn..."

The dragon pulled out with an obscene slurp and then climbed out of the bed. His cock bounced up and down with his steps and dripped pre-cum and lubricant onto the floor.

"Hhmmmmrr..." the wolf rumbled in the bed where he laid collapsed and panting in his sexual daze.

"You just keep that ass warm for me," Crocker almost chuckled when he finally reached the desk and hit his fingers down on the talk button.

"Director here!"

_"Hhmhmhmh..."_the wolf moaned lustily.

_"Sir?"_came a voice through the intercom.

_"_Yes, that is me, who else?" Crocker muttered.

"Sir, Ryles here," the security chief said, "The Experimental Division has been in contact with me. Doctor Tabard is requesting your presence."

The dragon's face darkened in a manner different to how he had reacted to being denied of his favorite pastime activity.

"I see," the drake muttered to the intercom. "Tell them I'm on my way."

"Yes, sir!"

"Crocker out."

The dragon released the button and let out another displeased growl. The still-aroused Director turned to look at the bed where the wolf had rolled his legs up and was now busily fingering his ass and murring happily at the feeling of those digits sliding into his butt.

"Well..." Crocker looked at his erection and then at the obscene sight of the wolf pleasuring himself. He was tempted for a moment but knew that he had some important business to attend to. Sometimes even sex had to become a secondary priority.

What a life I lead, the dragon chastised himself.

"I'm afraid we have to cut this short, Cash," the dragon addressed the wolf, "You should take a toy from under the bed and entertain yourself for a while. I should be back eventually."

The wolf nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, sir!" he yipped out and began to scurry for the edge of the bed like a good dildo hound.

Crocker shook his head briefly.

*

It was ten minutes later that Crocker arrived at the Experimental Division, clothed and slightly less aroused, though by no less unhappy from the interruption. He was also still in the dark about the exact nature of the emergency that had demanded his summoning to the medical section of the Facility. The guards who let him in did not show any signs of knowledge on it, and hence he passed right away along the corridors and towards the part of the medical section where Doctor Hart's experiments were taking place.

He did not encounter any stuff until the dragon rounded a corner in the hallway and ran into Doctor Jakovich. The sight of the white-coated wolf reminded him of Cash, writhing under the Director on his bed while getting butt-fucked, and encouraged an extra twitch in the dragon's barely dormant dick.

Crocker cleared his throat, both for gaining attention and for ridding his mind of such lurid imagery in regards of the scientist.

"Mister Jakovich," the dragon boomed.

"Sir," the wolf nodded.

Damnit, the dragon thought.

"I was requested here," Crocker said.

The wolf nodded.

"Yes, yes sir," Doctor Jakovich said. "Doctor Tabard made the call."

"I know," Crocker said. "I need to hear it now."

"Perhaps you should follow me, sir," the wolf suggested.

They headed deeper into the Experimental Division. Crocker knew that they were going to the separate area where Inmate Abbott was being kept at the moment.

"I do not appreciate being kept in the dark," Crocker muttered.

"We contacted you as soon as we saw it prudent to involve you, sir," the wolf replied. "This developed very quickly and even I haven't heard the latest."

"Then I think we should find out as soon as possible, shouldn't we?" Crocker rumbled.

The wolf let them in through a door and then into another hallway. The scientist took the Director to another door marked "OBSERVATION #1".

"Doctor Tabard and Doctor Hart are with him now, I think it is best that we stay out of it, Director," the wolf told his superior.

"I shall see about that."

They entered into the dark observation cubicle with the one-way mirror that offered them a view into the patient room. In comparison to the view of the rat in his room the Director had seen in the past few days, now a flurry of activity surrounded him. Doctor Hart was there, as was Doctor Walsh from the neuroscience department, and next to the lion stood Doctor Tabard's draconian presence, mostly overseeing while Hart and Walsh attempted a more paws on approach to their patient.

The rat did not appear happy. His tail kept batting the bed and he had kicked off the covers so that he was lying on a bare bed. He was also entirely naked, with his clothing strewn across the floor. He was also a very aroused rat, that much was evident from the very hard pink erection that bobbed against his belly and swung while he wriggled on the bed and tried to resist the two doctors' attempts at holding him still.

Crocker turned to look at the wolf.

"What is going on?" he asked.

"Mister Abbott has developed...ah..."

"Stop jerking yourself off!" Doctor Hart yelled inside the room, loud enough that it could be heard even through the glass.

"...a hypersexual episode," the wolf said.

"I can tell," said the dragon whom watched the cougar and the lion wrestle the rat's hands away from his erection.

"We're waiting for the results of the hormone level tests, but we think that it's a sign that the Leydig cells are multiplying due to the gene injection and that the hypertrophic interstitial portion of his testicular tissue is now producing extra amounts of androgens."

The rat's tail whipped on Doctor Hart's arms.

"How quickly did this happen?" Crocker asked.

"He had been showing some initial signs since yesterday, but today he has been only interested in masturbation and tried to...ah...sexually approach the nurse who was bringing him his lunch," the wolf explained.

"Calm down, inmate!" Doctor Walsh yelped inside the room.

"Curious," Crocker opined.

The rat managed to wriggle his hand loose from Doctor Walsh's grip and it immediately shot for his awaiting dick.

"Quit it!" Doctor Hart yelled.

_"Sedatives?"_Doctor Tabard suggested.

"I don't know how he'd react!" Hart replied.

"Soft restraints?" the dragon continued.

Crocker looked at the wolf.

"Any suggestions?" the Director questioned.

"As you can see, we are still working on it," the wolf said.

Crocker trilled.

"It looks like he would rather be working on something alright..." the Director mused.

The wolf's ears drooped.

"Quite," Jakovich said.

The rat tried to hump Doctor Hart's arm while he attempted to push the prisoner back to his bed.

"Have you thought about letting him do it?" Crocker suggested.

"He already did it two times and was close to achieving a third time as well before our staff got into the room to restrain him," the wolf said.

"He does not appear to be very happy with that," Crocker said.

"This was unexpected," Jakovich said, "we did not anticipate him to start showing such effects this soon."

"And here I thought you knew everything that was going to happen..."

"This is brand new science, sir," the wolf admitted.

"Stop it! Don't try to jerk me off!" Doctor Hart hollered inside the room.

Crocker barely held back a smirk.

"Can I talk to them?"

Doctor Jakovich nodded. He snapped on an intercom panel on the wall next to the one-way mirror.

"Channel 2 speaks to the room, and they can answer us," he said.

"Turn it on," Crocker said.

The wolf touched another button and a red light lit up.

"It's ready now, sir."

"...GET OFF!" the cougar's voice came in less filtered now.

"...got some problems there, Doctor Hart?" Crocker mused into the intercom.

The cougar's ears dropped at the sound of the Director's voice. His eyes looked over to the mirror. He could not see through it but he did know that whoever was speaking to him was behind it.

"...in a manner of speaking!" Doctor Hart grunted.

"Have you considered evacuating the premises?" the dragon could not entirely hold back the sarcastic tone from his voice. He wasn't sure whether Doctor Hart would pick it up, but he was certain that Doctor Tabard's draconian hearing would not be mistaken by it.

"We are handling this!"

"It looks more like he is handling you, Doctor..." Crocker said.

The cougar hissed at the rat like any proper cat would. The inmate appeared unimpressed by this gesture, or the paws trying to keep his hands from wandering back onto his painfully hard dick.

"...this is a very curious situation, Director!" Doctor Tabard commented.

"Maybe you should get one of Doctor Tabard's devices on him to...take the edge off?" Crocker proposed.

"He is messing up the schedule!" Doctor Hart complained. "We were supposed to begin regular sampling in two days' time and now he has...drained himself all over the room!"

_"_I am sure that you can still salvage something...off the sheets maybe?" the Director mused.

"That is not an option! The samples would have been contaminated!"

_"Perhaps I should get the reinforcement device from my laboratory,"_Doctor Tabard noted.

"I could make that an order, too," Crocker said to the intercom.

"But - !"

"Owch!"

That was the lion scientist, whom had just been smacked in the face by the rat's whip-like tail.

"Unless he is about to cause physical harm to himself, I would suggest you leave the room at once until we can deal with this in a more orderly manner," Crocker stated.

"Might not be a bad idea!" Doctor Walsh opined.

"We need - uh!"

"Gentlemen..."

Crocker punched the button down again.

"Get out of here at once! That is an executive order!"

_"But - "_Doctor Hart complained.

"Let's go before he takes an eye out!" Doctor Tabard noted.

"With the tail or the - "

"Let's go, Doctor Walsh!"

"We're ruining the experiment!" Hart complained.

"He's ruining our clothes!" said Doctor Walsh.

"Forget the clothes!" said Doctor Tabard.

Director Crocker watched the three scientists come medics file out of the room. The rat on the bed smiled happily once they had let go of him. He simply grabbed his shaft and began to stroke himself furiously. A blissful expression spread over his muzzle and persisted until pearly streaks of cum splashed out of his shaft and landed over his crusty belly.

The dragon felt another secret twinge of arousal at the sight. He turned to look at the wolf instead.

"I think we have something of a problem at hand here, Doctor," he said .

"Ahem..."

*

Crocker was tempted to return to the comfort of his own rooms until the situation at the Experimental Division was resolved, but instead of that he decided to stay and watch the proceedings unfold. For starters, he sought out Doctor Hart, whom he found standing in the hallway with a pawful of disposable towels in his grasp.

"Doctor..."

The cougar's eyes were hostile.

"Director."

"Doctor Jakovich had the opinion that your experiment has entered a new...phase of activity," Crocker mused.

The cougar busied himself with wiping his lab coat with the rustling towels.

"We considered it a possibility that the increased amount of endocrinally active tissue in the testes would result in increased androgen production and hence behavioral alteration."

Crocker chuckled.

"Not exactly unusual behavior considering the nature of this facility..." the dragon said.

The cougar snorted in distaste.

"His behavioral modification regime was discontinued for that exact reason," he said, "the pheromones and the testosterone enhancement, that is. We have been dosing him with the usual amount of the oxytocin analogues to ensure reduced levels of aggression."

"And do you expect his...hypersexual behavior to persist?"

"It is a possibility," the cougar muttered. "The Leydig cells we hope will produce the antibodies are also responsible for androgen production. Increased levels of both will correlate."

"Do you think it will be a problem?" Crocker asked.

The cougar tossed his was of tissues into a bin marked with biohzard symbols. Crocker could still smell the telltale scent of semen on him. He didn't exactly disapprove.

"We have plans in place," the cougar mustered confidence into his voice as he stood up to the Director dragon.

"I am sure," Crocker said.

The so-called plan appeared in the hallway with involved ruckus. Doctors Tabard, Walsh and Jakovich entered along with two burly male nurses. Doctor Walsh pushed a stainless steel cart in front of him. All of them wore blue disposable protective gowns, protective plastic visors and white gloves.

"...and all dressed for the occasion, too," the dragon noted. "Maybe you should have done so as well, Mister Hart."

"Nurses move in first!" Doctor Tabard clicked out his order to the assembled staff. "Use soft restraints to tie him down to the bed, and then we will move in and begin our part!"

"Try not to slip on anything!" Doctor Walsh instructed.

Crocker snickered.

"This I want to see..."

The Director took a front row seat inside the little observation cubicle. He arrived just in time to see the nurses wrestling the rat on his bed. Judging by the increased amount of stains everywhere, he had managed to enjoy himself quite a few times while the prison staff had planned their next move.

"...oh what are you doing now!" inmate Abbott addressed the nurses with glassy eyes and a smirk.

"Doctor's orders!"

"Oooh I like orders! Order me!"

The rat sounded feverish in his retorts to the nurses who busied themselves by strapping him down to the bed with the sturdy elastic restraints that wrapped on his limbs and were secured into place with strong Velcro. It didn't stop him from trying to hump the air and making his erect dick slap onto his messy belly.

"Is the doctor gonna come to see me soon?"

"Just calm down now, inmate!"

The cast of characters in the patient room grew when the trio of doctors wandered inside with their equipment.

"Prepare him for the sleeve attachment, Doctor Walsh," Doctor Tabard instructed his colleague. "I shall set up the machine."

"Are you going to give him something to calm him down?" Doctor Jakovich asked.

"Sedatives won't do any good," Tabard replied. "What he needs is an orgasm...a lot of them."

"This won't sit well with the regime we had planned!"

"We can discuss that with Doctor Hart later on," the dragon said.

Director Crocker knew what was coming, but he did not mind watching everything in great detail. The so-called machine was composed of a transparent tube that was slipped over the rat's pink erection and secured into place with a strap around his testicles and another on his waist.

"Oh yeeeah..." the rat sounded approving at having something slide onto his dick.

Colored hoses and cables extended from the tube and connected to a device that sat on the dragon's equipment cart. Another part of it was a mask of sorts that they placed onto the rat's head, covering his muzzle and face while letting him breathe unimpeded through a hole for the maw at its center. This too was connected to the device that Doctor Tabard manipulated by tapping on a control panel attached to its side.

"I'm starting the standard program for extraction," the dragon announced, "it is a three minute program with a ten-minute interval between extractions."

"How long do you plan to run that?" Doctor Jakovich questioned while gawking at the ominous-looking equipment.

"As long as it is necessary," came Tabard's reply.

The collection tube around the rat's dick swayed when he attempted to hump into it. The inert device did not offer any stimulation yet but that did not stop him from trying.

"Is the sensory deprivation required?" Jakovich sounded dubious still.

Tabard was still making his adjustments onto the machine.

"It calms the subjects down and the mask also administers intranasal oxytocin for improved response. It makes them more mellow and suspectible to the procedure."

"Alright!"

"Starting extraction sequence" Tabard declared grandly.

He flipped a switch and immediately the machine came to life, quite visibly so. The main part of the device made a buzzing noise and the tube covering inmate Abbott's cock began to bounce rhythmically when the alternating pressure reached it through the hoses. The rat's tail immediately went rigid and slapped onto the bed.

"Ooooooooh!"

His hips flexed and he tried to thrust into the tube that moved incessantly on him. The pace was not very quick yet, more teasing than anything else for the moment while the milker worked on his shaft. Crocker found the sight amusing, if somewhat unsatisfying. The tube obscured the sight of the dick being stroked by the device. The Director really liked looking at dicks, and especially ones that were hard and being jerked off. Now the machine was doing all the hard work while its many sensors monitored the level of arousal and also kept spraying the mellowing hormone into the rat's nose in the hopes of making him more happy with the treatment.

Further misbehavior from the rat's part did not appear to be a real problem. The biggest nuisance were his pants and yips of arousal and pleasure while he got pumped by the mischievous device. The half a dozen staff members had nothing else to do but to watch the proceedings, now that he had been subdued into his private world of sexual pleasure.

Although the dragon had adjusted the milker for a three-minute program, the rat barely took a minute and a half before his tail and the rest of his body began to speak their own language.

"Ooohhhyeessssh!"

His hips jerked and the Director's eyes flicked towards a transparent glass tube on the side of the milking pump and control device on the cart. Spurts of white seed trickled down onto it from the hole on the top of the collection tube. It appeared the rat had hardly drained all of his ardor yet and still had more to give, this time to the scientists and their machines.

"Hmhmmmr..."

The rat relaxed when the tube did as well, now resting still over his spent shaft and not teasing it for the moment.

Crocker pressed down the intercom button.

"It appears that we have found a temporary solution to this question, gentlemen," he spoke.

Doctor Jakovich glanced towards the one-way mirror with a concerned expression over his features.

"_We must begin to obtain samples from the produce before he adds to it,"_the wolf spoke.

*

Crocker felt concerned and weary once he finally got back to his own rooms after an all too long conference with the Section 7 scientists while listening to them ramble on about things that he wasn't too keen on hearing about. He had learned the most important thing, that inmate Abbott had not come to harm from anything that had happened to him, and was in fact likely currently enjoying himself during the extended milking session to calm him down from his sexual high.

"Grrrr..."

The dragon grumbled to himself when he got out of the elevator.

"Hmmmrrr..."

He stomped out of the elevator car and let out a deep sigh. Sometimes the duties of the Director were very heavy on the dragon, who needed his off-time just like anyone else despite his prodigious capacity for work. Being suddenly called up to deal with difficult issues. While the project was promising to bring many great things for the Facility, it was currently being too much of a pain in the scaly ass for the dragon to truly feel too happy about it.

"S-sirrrr...!"

His ears picked up a slightly slurred moan from the direction of his bed. The dragon was piqued and curious for a moment before he remembered the circumstances under which he had left his room to attend to the emergency.

"Oh, right...Cash?"

"Y-yes, sir!" a panting voice replied.

Crocker wandered over to his bed and found the wolf lying there in a kind of half-stupor, cock in paw and with a pleased expression over his muzzle. A black dildo stuck out from under his tail and showed why the wolf's belly and the bedsheets were covered in musky seed.

The dragon felt a surge of renewed arousal in his own cock, smelling and watching this obscene sight.

"Right! Where were we?" the dragon announced.

The wolf began to wag his tail.

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