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Chapter III

(FleztheDrusky)

This was all such a waste of time. Flez had hoped at least there would be some kind of hookup opportunity, going out on this trip into the gross old decaying house. That was the only reason he'd agreed to it in the first place, he'd told himself. But now they had all wandered off and left him by himself, grumbling his way through the decrepit rooms, ignoring all the creaks and the crackles of the floor beneath his feet as he pushed on in search of a way out. He wasn't afraid. It was obvious they were trying to give him a scare, playing that weird lullaby music over a hidden speaker or whatever. He refused to play along with their stupid game.

Still, he had to admire the setup. Even as he moved from room to room, that slow, creepy song followed him. It was steady and chilling, a wordless, mournful wail that never seemed to stop for breath. But that was just haunted house stuff. They probably got it from a spooky song playlist or something. He couldn't let it get to him. No matter how cold, how alone that constant forlorn tune made him feel as it persisted, echoing out from the hollow walls as one room blended in to the next. Just how big was this mansion anyway? He felt like he'd been walking for miles.

He thought of calling out for them, but that would have seemed like giving up. And that would have meant they would laugh at him, they would claim he was scared even though he wasn't. His cheeks got warmer just to think about them all, giggling away at his expense. It had him so worked up that he was blindly pressing forth, through door after door, just throwing them open and stomping forward past the ancient furniture and crumbled paintings and other dusty junk. He continued on until he was weaving in and out of old, rusty pipes, making his way through what seemed like a basement, even if it he couldn't remember going down any stairs.

It was partly flooded. He realized that once his feet started splashing through murky, lukewarm water. The whole place smelled damp and metallic, and down there, the song echoed in a way he didn't like. It sounded like it was coming from all directions at once, as if he were simply swimming in it as much as he was wading through the dark water. He wasn't sure, but it might have been getting louder too. Or closer.

He was feeling increasingly mad at all of them for bringing him there. And tired. Enough so that his eyes were fluttering, and closing them even for a moment felt wonderful. All he wanted was to find a place to lie down. To get away from their judging faces and find shelter in the quiet, with only that enduring song for company. He still didn't recognize any words in the melody, but he felt some sort of meaning in them anyway. The longer he listened, the more relaxed he felt, as if everything he'd ever worried about was simply ceasing to exist. Not even forgotten, just gone.

When he waded on through the water, climbing over rattling, creaking pipes, listening to them pumping liquid up to unknown places, he finally found what he was looking for. The bed was high enough off the ground that the water couldn't touch it. Nevermind why it was there. He wanted nothing more than to get in. The blankets looked so soft and cozy in that chilly basement. The pillows were fluffed and thick just how he liked them. It made perfect sense to just rest a while, covering himself up and sighing out as he relaxed. There was already a lullaby to help sing him to sleep. It was perfect. He had no doubts as he pressed his face into the pillow, passing out in an instant with his wings all tucked in and wrapped around his body.

As he slept, he felt himself floating. The blankets stayed firmly in place. He wasn't leaving his comfortable nest. But he was moving. The bed was following with the water, a current picking up as the pipes continued clanking all around him, working up louder and louder until it sounded like they might burst. He could sense all of this, while also knowing for certain he was asleep. He couldn't move his body, couldn't open his eyes. Even his chest remained stuck in place, and yet he never felt the urge to breathe. Yet rather than the panic of sleep paralysis, he instead felt soothed, felt free of all his burdens. Even the slight persistent soreness the muscles near his wings was gone. Everything was going to be just fine. He would follow that bed for as long as it carried him, safe and warm beneath the covers as she sang to him.

He knew she was there. He could feel her presence. When the bed came washing up upon a dry basement shore, its legs scraping on the concrete, he met her face to face. Only then did he open his eyes to see her. She wasn't hiding. The monster stood above him, glowing from within, her face a slash of a smile framed with wicked teeth. Her tongue hung freely between them, dripping and sleek, and six bright eyes shone light into the darkness all around them. She ceased her song when she saw him, slickly moving close. All her body was wet, slippery with slime, shining in her own reflecting light, ample and plump where it counted. The mother in the dark had found him, but he would not be afraid. This was all still some game. Or it was another of his recent nightmares. He already knew the name of Senka from them.

She crouched beside the bed, running her fingers and claws along his chest. He felt them scraping at him through the covers, making him shiver at first. But he soon relaxed. There was something gentle to her touch, something that made him want to trust her. Her body was anything but natural, but even once she had fallen silent, he still remembered her song. It lingered in his mind. Nothing had ever made him feel so safe, so cared for. He wanted nothing more to trust her. Though she did perhaps make it slightly more difficult when she dragged him from the safety of that bed. And not with her hands, but with at least a dozen slimy tendrils, tentacles that sprang free of her slime-coated body to wriggle and grasp, each moving as if it had a mind of its own, wrapping all around his limbs and holding tighter than any rope could ever bind him.

He was dangling before her in moments, in awe before her body, her heft and her curves and her silent ferocity. He had never started true horror in the face before. The pain of his teeth digging into his lip broke him out of his sleepy stupor. He saw her fangs, her claws, the spikes upon her head and body. It was clear that she was dangerous. But she wasn't threatening him. Only holding him. Letting him dangle there in front of her, held tightly in her tentacles, while her cool breath puffed slowly over his bare fur. He didn't remember losing them, but he had left his clothes somewhere far behind, fully exposed to her, feeling that thick, clinging goo matting down his fur where she held him.

She spoke, her voice like music and flowing water, all at once.

"Hello Flez. I know you are afraid. As well you should be. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the easier this will be."

She ran her claws slowly down his chest as he squirmed in her grasp. Her tentacles were wrapped around his wrists, his ankles, and even his throat. There was nothing he could to to break such a grip, slippery though it was. All he could do was hang there, suspended and held exactly in place while she examined him. The only light sources in the basement were those six shining eyes, and the light within her throat, reflecting on his bare, sodden fur like she had swallowed the moon.

He wasn't sure what it was that compelled him to keep acting strong. Even staring a nightmare in the face, he bit his lip, sucked in his breath, and did his best to steady himself. His couldn't keep his voice from shaking but he projected it as strongly as he could anyway.

"I'm not afraid."

She gave a motherly tch of her tongue and shook her head

"Oh, honey. It's okay to be vulnerable. There's no need to lie to me. You're not fooling anyone."

Her smile grew broader, glowing in the dark.

"There is such delightful weakness inside you. You crave guidance, strength, control. And I will gladly show you all of these.."

This was already embarrassing enough. He did not give in, did not just submit to the whims of someone else. But it wasn't like there was much he could do. She was stronger than him. So much bigger. Her body was cloaked with unspoken power. And so he had no choice but to let her touch, stroking her fingers and her tentacles along his body. He had never felt so naked. Her slime coated him, touching everywhere, but it was far from unpleasant. More like a welcome, soothing oil massage, leaving his fur shining. The tension he held in his muscles was fading away. Along with plenty else. Something was changing, and he didn't know what until it was finished.

Her head slowly bobbed side to side as she inspected him with those many eyes. She was still smiling. He felt different. Softer. Smoother. His chest was no longer taut muscle, but rather a round and jiggly set of breasts, ample and weighty. Between his legs was a female sex, his malehood completely vanished in favour of smooth, sensitive folds, the air upon them enough to make him quiver. All it took was Senka's touch, and her will, and he changed for her. He was she now, and when she opened her mouth to whimper, her voice was so much higher than before.

"That's better. I think you will be more comfortable like this," the monster mused. "What shall I call you now, dear bitch? Flezza perhaps? We can work this out in time. For now..."

The creature's tentacles groped slickly along the curves of that feminized body. The drusky could only turn her head, squirm a little, but she was helpless to every touch. Even when it meant those gelatinous appendages could slip right up between her thighs. Another was wrapping around one of her new breasts, constricting it like a slimy snake, letting her know just how sensitive it was. Senka let that phallic tip rub along those nipples, before her tentacle simply latched on and started to nurse from the drusky's tit, suckling like a leech until milk was flowing up that translucent appendage, vanishing into the nightmare's body. Flez could only whine, only cry out in shock and embarrassed pleasure, feeling her other tit leaking freely, dribbling down her body as it perked and firmed. And she was starting to experience the tight, heated sensation of getting wet, despite it all.

Senka prodded, she stroked, she groped. All where Flez felt most vulnerable, sliming over those new folds as she grew puffy. It was arousal unlike anything she had ever felt before. It worked through her whole body, filling her with warmth, banishing the chill of their grim surroundings. She sang for the nightmare, moaning out, louder, steadier, finding her voice as she was pleasured and teased by the monster in the darkness. Senka never lost her smile. She breathed approval as she watched the drusky's face shifting. From fright and embarrassment, to tentative enjoyment, to increasingly overwhelmed bliss. And all from a mere stroke, a mere slathering of warm goo across her new pussy, while the tip of a tentacle touched and teased inwards, pulling those folds open, exposing and exploring, teetering ever closer to penetrating her, leaving her locked in anticipation before just plunging suddenly forth.

When she finally felt it filling her, sliding insistently inside, grinding over her many g-spots, Flez gave nothing less than a scream. She tilted her head back and wailed towards the unseen ceiling, her cries echoing through the dark as that slick appendage spread those pussy lips wide with the girth of that firm phallic thing, leaving her clenching with crushing pressure all around it. Just like that and the virginity of her transformed genitals was claimed. She continued crying out as she squeezed tight around that tentacle, milking at it, squishing it down only for it to firm back up, harder, wetter. Lewder than any cock could ever have been.

She was left looking at Senka through blurred eyes, the pleasure going straight to her head. And when she couldn't stop screaming, she just found the sound muffled as another of those smooth, wriggling appendages pushed past her lips, entering her throat in an instant and leaving her swallowing down the slime that oozed from it. As well as something thicker, something with a deep and musky taste, seeping hotly down her throat as Senka began to fuck her face and cunt alike with smooth, slick slides of those undulating tentacles.

Another pushed beneath her tail, only adding to the pleasure as it easily popped into her rear. It felt like a warm liquid being poured inside her at first, only for the grinding, rutting feeling to come as it firmed up within her body. She was still stretched out, still in the clutches of the other, left just to whimper in delight as she felt all three pliant shafts pumping her full. The oozing mess was raining down her fur, soaking her body, bathing her in those damp-smelling juices. Soon the oily-slick body of the monster vanished from Flez's sight, leaving only her eyes and smile glittering there in the dark. But the tentacles never stopped their work. They stretched the drusky's arms out wide, kept her spread right out so they could press deeper and deeper, harshly ramming into her, flinging their viscous coating in all directions as they rutted her from three angles at once.

Flez soon couldn't even hear her own muffled moans over the cacophony of squelching tentacles fucking her deep, popping past any resistance. Yet it never hurt. They conformed to her insides perfectly, touching all the places she needed to be touched. The two that were in her throat and ass were one thing, but the feeling of that slippery, slimy wetness sliding in and out of her pussy was opening her eyes to all new sensations. To a rising climax she had never even dreamed of, working through her every muscle, her every vein, leaving her drooling around the one between her lips as her eyes began to roll back. Her mind became useless, fucked blank, until she thought nothing of who and where she was. Only the persistent plunging of those sloppy tentacles, mating her from every end until she was filling with those potent juices. There was no protection down there. Only her bare, fertile cunt and the smooth, cock-like limb shoved inside it. And she could feel that flexing thing bulging, feel all those tentacles swelling out like a flexing muscle, endowed with juices, ready to breed her as the nightmare sang to her in the dark.

She curled her toes and tail alike, fanning her wings out then tucking them inwards. Her body was beyond her own control. She shook, she shivered, she twitched with pleasure as the feeling took over everything. She could feel something spreading through her, as if the flowing preseed was in her very skin, becoming part of her. But she would accept it, would allow any corruption, any consequence of being bred by Senka's lusty tentacles if it meant keeping in such a state. Her thighs quivered as she felt the plunging pressure delving deeper with every messy thrust. She had one in her stomach, another in her womb, a third winding deeply through her intestines. All of them were spraying, misting her insides with that virile juice, bright and full of corruption. She could tell there was more coming. Could feel the twitches of those firm shafts, making them go solid for brief moments as they throbbed within her body. There was nothing they could touch, no pleasure they couldn't give, and the drusky simply couldn't stop shaking.

It ended up being her who came first, feeling her body seizing up, twisting and twitching violently like she was having some sort of fit. But it was just a climax unlike any she'd ever felt. Cumming with a cock was one thing. It was a burst of pleasure and then release. This was more like a cloak thrown over her body, a hot towel wrapped all around her shoulders as ecstasy shot down her spine. She felt it in her scalp, in her toes, at the base of her tail. But most of all was the clenching, rapidly contracting bliss of her pussy, broken in by the nightmare's ruthless tentacle, dripping, oozing, then finally spraying out a watery gush as she arched her back and bucked her hips, riding that slimy shaft to a peak unlike any she had ever felt.

Even muffled, her moans were impressive, gulping around the throat-stuffing slime as she howled in the dark, squirting for the creature who still held her in that unbreakable grasp. Senka fucked the noise and juices right out of Flez, leaving her dangling, slumping, shuddering as she rapidly puffed to refill her lungs as best she could with her throat still full. But she was going to have to take a deep breath and hold it for a while, because those tentacles were going increasingly rigid. They were spurting more and more of that thick preseed in anticipation, lubing up her insides. They they went frightfully rigid, showing a visible bulge beneath her skin as they erupted with a torrent of cum like a dam had burst.

It felt much like any other load, but it was thicker, heavier, sticking to her insides and hosing them down so much more potently than any male ever could. All at once, pouring into her, hitting her with such force, sure pressure that she worried she might simply break open. But her body held it all, bulging, bloating, sloshing with cream until her belly was rounding with it. It bounced and jiggled, then was taut, as if she had been bred months ago. Maybe that wasn't the case, but it certainly felt like it as she stretched and sloshed with that monstrous cum.

Soon, when her body reached its capacity, it began to leak from her. Dripping from beneath her tail, running down her thighs, her chin to coat her breasts. When that wasn't enough, it even leaked from her nipples, leaving her feeling like she was being milked. But it was simply the pressure all building up, needing some place to go, leaving Flez little more than a gushing, drooling, soaked slut for Senka's tentacles, fucked dumb and plump, engorged with the results of their coupling, orgasm crackling through her every nerve and leaving her all but blinded.

Even when Senka lowered her back down to the bed, Flez couldn't move. She was left to gurgle and groan as she felt those slimy things withdrawing, twitching as they went, slicking through all the cum inside her before popping free with a steamy spatter. Plenty of that cum came pouring back out of her. Only once her vision cleared could Flez see that she it glowed. A stark white in the dark, it was all over her fur. Even her belly itself was shining bright, engorged and enlarged with nightmare seed within. She looked shakily up to Senka, panting, drooling, coughing up some of that cream in her throat, unable to form words just yet. The smiling creature spoke for her.

"I think I like you better like this. And I know everyone will agree this is how you were always meant to be." She leaned in close, running a long, flexible tongue along Flez's matted cheek. "A beautiful, busty slut in need of cream. Ready to beg for your breeding, stopping at nothing to feel warm and full with rich seed. You're going to make such a fine cumdump for all your friends. For everyone who will want nothing more than to fuck your sweet pussy, again and again, knowing you can never, ever get enough."

There was nothing malicious about her words. Flez knew Senka was speaking the truth. She felt herself getting slightly choked up. And not just because of all the cum she was still gargling. Her eyes were a little watery too. When she finally cleared her throat and managed to speak, hearing her new, feminine voice forming words for the first time, she was shaky.

"Thank you, Senka. I ... didn't know. I always wanted this."

Senka's smile was ever-present, but it grew brighter to hear such a thing.

"I knew. It was meant to be. You will be happier this way. And you will be mine."

Overwhelmed with gratitude, Flez slid her sloshing body forth, sliding from the bed to fall at the nightmare's feet. Senka allowed her to clutch at them, letting her play with those toes and those great long dark claws. The drusky didn't think, she simply let herself act on instinct. And that was to lay on her face, to bow before the nightmare and worship her. She licked between the three toes on one foot, cleaning the persistent ooze from them, slurping along the dull side of her claws, basking in her scent. Subtle and wet, but it all she needed.

Senka gave a pleased hum, bringing her other foot into the mix. She sat her broad form down so that she could properly sandwich Flez's cheeks between her soles, kneading over her features with her claws, faintly scritching. The drusky simply licked, and kissed, and nuzzled, doing everything she could to show her devotion to her new owner. She didn't know what Senka was, nor where she came from. But she knew she tasted good, and she would be eternally grateful for what she'd done. She had broken her and humiliated her, but in the process had shown her how much better it was to live life as a cum-guzzling, toe-sucking, soaking wet drusky slut. And so she kept on tasting, worshipping those feet for all she could give while Senka squished her soles firmly in against her features.

Flez didn't know how long she had been down there. Night and day had no meaning there. She only knew the taste of Senka's toes, as she carefully sucked each of them in turn, letting the claw slide along her tongue. No harm came to her. She was safe with her new owner, her nightmarish mistress of many tentacles. She would kiss and bathe her feet in saliva for as long as she wished, together in the depths, transformed into her new and better form. The cum inside her still sloshed, still dribbled out from beneath her tail, and she wanted to hold it in there for as long as she could. Flez was never going to feel the same without a creamy load pumped into her body, without her fur soaked and matted with seed, coated with the scent of her partner. Finally she could be free, could be weak and submissive, could embrace her inner desires, and she owned it all to the fearsome creature above her. For now, all she could think of was cleaning those feet as best she could, knowing she could never really show how thankful she was, could never truly make it up to her. But it was a start.

Chapter IV

(Prowler7)

Karpenter really had no idea why he so badly wanted to visit the creepy basement. The rest of the house was already bad enough without descending down a secluded set of creaking stairs hidden behind a revolving wall. Even stranger was his own desire to go first. He thought maybe it'd impress everyone, show them how brave he could be, but it just seemed silly in hindsight. And just how long had he been going down? To be honest, he didn't really remember the past few minutes all that clearly. The mental fog was thick enough that he didn't even realize he was alone until he turned to look back up the stairs.

The blank wall had closed behind him. No way he was continuing on without everyone He ran right back up, trotting his way along each cold, echoing step and pushed his weight against the wall. It didn't budge. He could have sworn he remembered easily pushing it aside to get in there, but after that, things were a little fuzzy. He scrambled for a switch, a hidden brick, a chain, anything that might have revealed the way out. But as far as he could tell, it was just a regular wall, and the only way out was down. He couldn't see the bottom of the stairs from there, but he did notice an odd, flickering green light some ways below.

Something was beeping. A faint, steady rhythm, it sounded like a heartbeat monitor. He wondered if he was descending into a hospital. What kind of horrible, terrifying hospital would operate out of a place like this one, he could only imagine. Still, he descended deeper, tugged along by something invisible yet strangely alluring. He couldn't possibly have named it or described it, but the air was different on those stairs. It made him forget about the fear in his chest, the pounding of his heart with every step, and replaced it instead with a sense of curiosity that he simply couldn't wait to have sated.

It took a while, but he eventually reached what looked like a windowless basement, and found himself navigating down a broad, featureless hallway, guided by a series of naked lightbulbs. The green glow was still ahead, more distinct now. They flickered slightly as he went, giving an audible electric crackle. Eventually, his own soft footfalls weren't enough to muffle the sound that was coming from ahead. Along with the beeping of a monitor and the whirring of several unseen machines, he heard something less mechanical. It went plink and crunch, and he wondered if someone was perhaps preparing a bowl of cereal underground.

When he came to a doorway, he saw first a great glimmering monitor, a flat screen that took up an entire wall, displaying data in bright green text.. There were no less than a hundred different figures on it, numbers and symbols and graphs he couldn't possibly have deciphered if he had hours to do it. The whole room was a complex collection of completely unidentifiable technology. Great clunky old machines chugged and ground their gears, giving off steam. They were lined right beside much sleeker, more modern devices, each of them on their own displaying just as many numbers and meters as the big screen. It was enough to boggle the mind, and he would have kept staring, if not for the presence of a cloaked figure leaning over a table, caught up in their work.

With his eyes still adjusting to the light, Karpenter thought he was looking at a bird at first glance. That was fair to assume at a glance - certainly she dressed like one. A great, tall, feminine figure, she was wrapped up in a form-fitting outfit of black leather, dotted with buckles, straps, pockets, and pouches. It reached all the way down to her ankles, her feet clad in big black boots to match. But the real draw was her face. It was concealed beneath an unsettling, pointed mask, the birdlike visage of an old-timey plague doctor, leaving nothing visible but the glow of her eyes beneath the glass lenses. There was something distinctly unnatural about such a bright light - they didn't just reflect, they shone, a green so vivid that no regular person could have been born with them.

She didn't say anything as she saw him, slowly tilting her head to the side as she stood up from her work. She perhaps as much as a foot and a half taller than him, and broader too, in possession of a soft, curvy form that her outfit only emphasized. On a table in front of her was a mortar and pestle, surrounded by several scattered herbs or powders he didn't recognize. That explained the noise he'd heard. Though he still had a great many other questions.

He probably should have been afraid of her. No ordinary person worked down in such a secluded place, dressed like that for no one to see until he had wandered in. Yet he just found himself looking fondly over to her, intrigued, and perhaps even enticed. Her secret laboratory smelled nice. Despite all the technology, the air was clouded with a pleasant, natural aroma, like an old apothecary's haven. That sweetened air was eroding his inhibitions, slowly twitching the tip of his tail as he stood there staring right back at her, unable to see her alarming appearance as anything other than attractive.

Eventually she broke the silence by snapping her fingers at him, rubbing the leather of her gloves together with a pleasing sound.

"Hm. I didn't expect my next subject to arrive so quickly. My assumption is you are at best semi-lucid at present. Anyone in there?"

Her voice sounded warm and friendly, thought it still had an ominous echo to it, filtered through her mask as it was. He didn't do a very good job of dispelling her doubts, standing there, stunned, blinking at her. Eventually he managed to give his head a shake, hurriedly clearing his throat before responding.

"Ah, I don't, I mean, I didn't mean, I apologize if I've intruded on something, you seem very busy ..."

He couldn't tell for sure if she was smiling, but he heard it in her voice.

"Ah, there you are. There is no need to apologize. Welcome to the laboratory of Doctor Victoria Black. A very interesting hybrid specimen you are. A coyote and quoll, is it? Do you have a name as well, perhaps?"

For whatever reason, he didn't think twice about obliging.

"It's Karpenter."

"Very good, very good." She moved to obtain a small clipboard and pen, jotting it down with a pleasant scratchy noise. "Your timing is most fortunate. It so happens I have recently finished developing a new, experimental concoction, and I am in need of someone to help me test it. I take it you are willing?"

Once again he was left stammering, caught mid-pose and just freezing like that, his hands in the air.

"W-willing? I mean, I don't know exactly what you mean, but I ..."

He trailed off. He was still staring. Surely she had noticed. When she began to approach him, he just remained frozen in place, maybe slightly shaky. She was just so much bigger than him. He was no higher than her belly, and much less thickly built. She had to crouch down just to address him directly. Her beak was near his face, making him lean back a little, and she reached her hand out for his. Before he could hesitate any longer, he accepted the offer, letting her clasp his bare fingers in her leather grip.

"It is quite alright to be nervous. But I think you will be more than happy with the process. You will most likely find it highly ... pleasurable."

She had a way with words. Or maybe it was just the sound of her voice. He felt a shiver running down his spine, making him stand up on his toes. His ears perked, his eyes widened, and he was simply breathing deeper, taking in the scent of leather and whatever fragrant something wafted all around her lab. He was finding himself excited, his heart speeding up, his muscles tensing here and there. And he was a little turned on, he had to admit. Casting her a smile, he nodded, mentally committing. He'd already forgotten about his friends, about the reason for being there in the first place. All he knew was what was in front of him, and a curiosity eating away at him from within that would be never satisfied until he knew more about whatever she was planning.

He didn't have to say anything. His expression was enough. She swept an arm around him, leading him along. When she stood again she kept a head on the back of head, and he followed her direction. No force. No persuasion. Merely the power of wonder kept him going. Even as she led him from that main lab and instead down another questionably illuminated hall, tapping past great tanks of greenish fluid, some of them bubbling, others merely dormant. He was pretty sure he saw something swimming around in one of them, but it was too murky to know for sure.

"Mind the glass," she said casually as she began to crunch across a few fallen shards. "Such impatient creatures"

He dodged them as he went, sparing a brief glance at their source. One of the tanks, big enough for him to fit inside several times over, had been smashed. It was still dripping onto the floor, but Victoria didn't seem to mind. A sort of flowery scent emitted from the mess, not the one he expected given the colour of it, but they passed by it too quickly for him to consider that. Instead, he found himself guided into a set of double doors that slid open in front them as soon as they approached.

The door closed behind them, and then a cloudy mist burst out, enveloping their bodies for a moment before dispersing. It was strangely warm. Once it was gone, a blaring, buzzing alarm went off, along with the flash of a red bulb. Victoria waved her hand above her head dismissively, and the door in front of them opened. Karpenter was about to ask what that meant, but she didn't seem concerned. So he wouldn't be either.

After leaving the hazy gloom of the outside, he was left nearly blinded by the light in there, shielding his eyes until they adjusted. Once he could see again, he was left looking at a fairly simple room. A stark, sterile white place illuminated brightly by a set of buzzing overhead lights, and stocked with several shelves of various jars and beakers. When he could see again, he saw a table. It was there in the middle of the room, tilted upwards, padded and cushioned. Dangling from it were several thick leather straps. She gave him a little push of encouragement before he had the time to look back or think of escape.

"If you would be so kind as to remove your clothing and climb onto my table ..."

He looked up at the towering plague doctor. There was still no sign of who or what she was. But she spoke pleasantly enough. And her curvy figure was just so very enticing in her cloak. The way her eyes shone out at him from beneath her mask was piercing, intimidating, leaving him feeling as if he were already naked. But it also just left him so very eager to find out just what she had in store for him. The bulge he was forming was going to be pretty obvious even if he didn't strip for her.

It felt strange getting naked with her eyes gleaming down at him the whole time, her expression unreadable as ever. He tried to make a guess at just what sort of creature might have been beneath the mask. Her voice gave him no hints, neither did the shape of her body in that outfit. Scurrying over, he let her gaze follow him, silently watching him as he hopped up onto that table. It was comfy to lean back against, with a footrest for balance as he stretched himself out, squirming a bit, getting settled. Though when she approached he still couldn't help the shiver that ran down his spine.

He didn't resist her when she strapped him down. It required adjusting those straps, sliding them along the table just to reach his wrists and ankles. But they did the trick just fine. Snapping them into place, she pushed the table back, leaving him fully exposed, stretched out in a vulnerable X, his cock starting to stand up taller and taller just from the slightest of attention. Especially when she leaned in good and close to his naked body, inspecting him. He could hear her breathing through her mask, slowly, concentrating as she began her examination.

Those leather gloves felt marvellous on his bare fur. Better even than perhaps they should have. He felt extra sensitive, extra tingly, every touch bringing him pleasure that shot straight to his brain. His scalp was tingling. He flattened his ears and grit his teeth a little while she traced her fingers up and down his body. From his shins, upwards and over his knees, between his thighs and all the way to the tip. She only just touched at his groin before moving upwards and around the shape of his hips.

Her beak was mere inches from his face as she worked. Prodding along his ribs and belly wasn't exactly a massage, but it felt good anyway. She was soon up to his cheek, and then his face. First she stroked his cheeks and forehead with her fingers, and then she added her beak. The pointed tip was firm, but not sharp. It scritched along his skin nicely as she rubbed him with it, slowly. It was such a strange thing, but that didn't stop his body from reacting. He was hard to the point of shaking after such attention, gasping out at her before sealing his lips out tight. Something told him someone who dressed like that probably didn't like being breathed on.

Once again she was very good at reading his body language. Seeing his tentativeness, she chuckled.

"Oh, you needn't worry," she told him, moving down, casually wrapping her gloved fingers around his shaft, beginning to squeeze and stroke him.

He succeeded in getting even firmer from the touch, until he was leaving her digits damp with the juices she was coaxing out of him. She went on.

"I don't wear this to keep myself protected. Though, contamination may be inevitable given the testing process, but hopefully it will not alter the expected outcome."

That just left him speculating even further as to what exactly lurked beneath the mask. Maybe he didn't want to know. What he did know was that just her gentle squeezing and touching was making him outright drip, twitching and moaning in her grasp despite how subtly she was actually pleasuring him. He was getting increasingly desperate. There was a force behind every touch, every sensation, and it was fuelling him to a state of lust he had never before reached, leaving him curling his toes, enjoying himself so much more than he was used to. Usually, he just wanted his partner to have fun, but under her care, he felt needy, aching with arousal. He could have finished himself off in seconds, but he couldn't move his hands from where they were bound.

When she let him go, he found himself shaking, thrusting at the air. He couldn't even move his hips much with how tightly he was strapped down. All he could do was watch her, and then listen to the sound of shifting, flexing leather as she moved out of his vision. She was standing just behind his head, looming high above, and if he tilted his head back a little he could just barely see her, gazing up at the underside of her beaked mask. She left it on her face as she began to unfasten and unbuckle a few straps upon her outfit, generating plenty of leathery noise while she freed herself from that confining prison.

Her face and voice were distinctly female, but partially disrobing like that gave him a warm dose of a masculine scent right in the face. It was immediately pleasant to him, only furthering that intoxicated state he was in, ensuring he was growing increasingly needy by the moment. He could only just barely see, but he managed a glimpse at her naked body from the waist down. He saw white fur, and a long, pink rat tail hanging down to her feet. Less monstrous than he expected. But that was all he got to see before his vision was completely overtaken by the smooth, thick shape of the doctor's balls. That rat had nuts fat enough to cover him from forehead to nose, leaving him immersed in her scent and warmth as she smothered him.

Of course he sniffed. There was something truly exquisite about the leatherclad rat's musk. Her sack was enormous, especially compared to him, his face completely buried beneath it while she just stood over him like that, her hands still gloved as she braced herself on his shoulders. Slowly grinding on his nose, she gave him more and more to breathe as he filled his senses with her heated fragrance, inhaling of her until he was nearly drooling. He put that wetness to use, starting to slurp as well, working all the way down to her taint and then back up, smoothing slickly over and between her balls, cleaning off the slight coating of sweat there.

He could have done that all night. Or day. Whatever time it was anymore. He couldn't remember. There were a million things wrong with trusting her, with giving in to her whims and experiments down in that isolated laboratory. But oh how he loved to please her. Her enjoyment was subtle, manifesting as little more than a little clench of her sack, a slight shake to the sound of her breathing coming through that mask. She let him lick her for a while, but eventually she broke out of the pleasure to return to business.

"Mm, you are very talented with your tongue indeed, subject. But it is time for the experiment. I trust you can suck as well as you lick."

There was no need for her to explain what she meant by that. A little shift of her position and she was pushing the tip of her broad cock right up against his lips. It was fat, solid, smooth, and imbued with the same scent and flavour that had made her balls so enticing to slurp. Of course he was letting her slide it into his inverted mouth. From such an angle, she had a perfectly line towards his throat, stepping forth as she smoothly pushed the tip past his lips, then along his tongue, making him stretch his jaws open wide. He couldn't swallow like that, leaving him drooling, yet somehow he didn't even gag on it once she penetrated his gullet, even if it meant slightly bulging there beneath his neckfur with the size.

He was partly relieved she didn't go so far as fucking his face. It was already a slight strain to fit her in his mouth like that. He gulped around it, getting adjusting. It was surprisingly easy for him. Not long of wiggling and slurping around that big fat rat dick, and he was feeling relaxed, breathing fine. In fact there was a strangely soothing feeling spreading through his entire body, one that reached all the way down to his toes. And it only got more intense when he started swallowing the hefty gobs of pre she was pumping out, letting them slip sweetly all the way down to his stomach.

There was nothing he wanted more than to impress her. Eyes closed, nose buried in her balls, he worked his lips, his tongue, his throat to their limits. A steady, powerful sucking, he made up for the lack of bobbing his head by just squeezing and kneading at her as powerfully as possible. The room filled with the sounds of suckling, echoing in those empty walls, leaving him moaning and whimpering around her girth but never fussing. There was something almost magical about those juices she produced, something that tasted so delicious, that made him feel so good, and he wanted more of them so badly he didn't even think about breathing.

Soon the suckling seemed to become as if automatic. His lips were sealing around her cock tighter and tighter, not even letting his own drool escape. Her flavour and her musk got even more arousing as it slipped deeper into his senses. He couldn't move much from such a position, but he was soon finding himself sucking so firmly he couldn't even pull his head back. He was just ... stuck, somehow. Not as if glued, but something deeper than that, more intimate.

Of course he wouldn't have known what was really happening. It was all too overwhelming from his perspective. His senses were getting blasted by arousal, by pleasure, by warmth. But he was losing the ability to actually move. He was feeling smaller, firmer. He could feel throbs passing through his entire body. Could feel those bonds loosening from his wrists and ankles, but he wasn't able to squirm anymore. He wasn't afraid. It was just feeling better and better. Like he were delving into a perfectly hot pool of musk and stimulation, feeling the rat doctor's own arousal while he relaxed into the sensation. Only when he was almost completely absorbed did he realize he wasn't sucking her cock anymore. It was sucking him.

Not eating him, but outright absorbing him as if it were more liquid than solid. But it was still plenty hard. He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, and yet he didn't panic. All he knew was pleasure, feeling rigid all over, feeling every little flex of that fat rat cock as he became it. It took on the colour of his fur briefly, stealing his markings. But those faded. As the very last of his toes and tail merged with it, the colour dispersed, fading, going dark, until all was black. Her cock looked just like before, except it had grown fatter, dripping with viscous fluid, a vein upon it bulging as she absorbed him into herself.

He could still feel everything, was still self-aware for a time. But he couldn't do a single thing about his situation. He felt her rubbing at herself with a glove, and shortly after he felt the embrace of latex wrapping snug around her enhanced member. Sound and vision were gone, but that only made the touch all the more intense. He could do nothing but silently scream in delight as she pleasured herself to a rapid climax, feeling it bursting through his own essence as it rushed through her cock. He was in bliss, floating on a cloud in ecstasy so great it left him forgetting his own name while she cummed into that condom until it was stretched and bloated all the way to the ground.

As the afterglow hit her, it spread to him as well. But he was a little less by then. No longer thinking clearly, not feeling as much. He was tingling at first, sharing in her pleasure as she relaxed and tied off that nearly broken condom. Then it was less a tingle and more simple numbness. He was her cock, her girth. He'd contributed to her inches, to her potency, and he'd given her a wonderful orgasm that she had been so kind as to share with him. Now it was time to fade away. The very last remnants of him joined with her, overtaken by that virile rat dick until there wasn't a trace of him left. Only the thickness he had contributed.

She gave a small, sharp breath as she felt the last of him get absorbed. Until then, she had been aware of a little trace of his consciousness, one last sign of him existing and thinking at all. But the process was designed to be absolute, and so it was. She did not make mistakes in her experiments. His last thoughts, the last fragments of his consciousness and existence became part of her cock, completely overtaken and merged. He was completely gone. And there was nothing left to bring back. Neither physical or spiritual. But he got what he'd wanted. He had made a very good test subject. It was just too bad he wasn't around to know how much he'd pleased the doctor with his permanent devotion to her work and her body alike.