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Waking up in shackles when he remembered being out under the sun moments ago left Jager more than just disoriented. He was staring up at the distant ceiling of some sort of well-ventilated yet windowless room. Something told him he was underground. There was a certain depth to each little sound in there, including all the strange, unidentifiable machines whirring around him. He would have sat up for a better look, but he still felt faintly woozy, as if he'd been drinking heavily. Or drugged. The latter was starting to seem more and more likely when he attempted to lift his arms and only found the rattling of his cuffs, secured in place around his wrists and ankles alike, keeping him strapped to what seemed like some sort of examination table. Above him lurked two beaks.

They weren't birds. Or presumably not, at least. Jager had no idea who could have been hiding beneath the masks. He wasn't even sure if there was anyone. Maybe they were just dummies, all dressed up to give him a good scare when he woke up. But what kind of twisted individual would do that? He held very still, looking from one to the other, swearing he could feel their intrusive gazes dancing over his body. They didn't seem to move or breathe, but there was some sort of twinkling green light coming from behind the eye-glass of the bigger one, presumably the doctor of the pair. She was dressed in an ankle-length cloak of thick black leather, her tunic beneath hugging tightly to her bust and hips. The nurse too was similarly curvaceous, made obvious by the pristine white latex wrapped snug around her form. Yet for how form-fitting those outfits might have been, he couldn't get a single hint of what species she might have been beneath all that. He was among strangers in a mysterious, underground lab, completely vulnerable to their every whim. Anyone who dressed like that couldn't have exactly been a professional - or at least not an especially sane one.

"Ah! He lives. I was beginning to get impatient."

The doctor's voice was energetic and accented. For all he knew, he was in another country entirely, though the nurse sounded more familiar.

"Such a deep sleeper! I wonder if he was having pleasant dreams, murmuring like that."

"I should hope so. After all, we want our patient relaxed for the procedures to come, don't we luv?"

Jager found himself flitting his eyes back and forth between the two surely mad medical workers, plague doctor and nurse alike, and finally he shrugged off his stunned state long enough to babble his panic plainly.

"What the - where am I? Who are you? What are you doing to me?"

The doctor raised her gloved hands, the leather of her outfit crackling pleasantly with every single tiny movement. Up and down they went, as if casting a spell over him. He was quickly entranced by the sounds, and by the oddly calming motion itself, feeling his scalp dancing with that curious tingly sensation that started right at the back of his ears. Her voice was much softer than before.

"Calm now. Do breathe, please, and recall. You quite eagerly volunteered to be here today, dear husky."

He thought about it, biting his lip the whole time. The expressionless gaze of those beaky masks still left him feeling all sorts of unsettled, especially when he couldn't meet the eyes of the wearers beneath, but she might have had a point. Shaking off the shock, things started to become more clear in his head. He could remember a sign-up sheet posted on a university bulletin board. The pay was so generous that he hardly even considered the fine print. It all seemed legit enough. Though as for actually finding his way to the lab, that was one big blank. There was his daily routine, errands, and then nothing. Though by the fading sensation of intoxication, he hadn't exactly found his way there by himself. He furrowed his brow.

"Wait ... if I volunteered, why did you drug me?"

"Ah, well! It is much better that certain secrets remain as such, I think," came the doctor's response.

"And it is much more fun that way," the nurse added.

"Quite! We must always ensure we have fun as we advance our work. Though the science is itself reward enough, I say."

The doctor was a most animated figure, her enthusiastic gestures bringing the utmost of noise from her heavy outfit. She must have been deceptively strong to wear such a thing without slowing down at all. With an elaborate flourish, she pressed a palm to her chest and gave a little bow.

"Doctor Victoria Black, by the by. This is my lovely assistant Aurora."

"Hiya."

"Now, Jager, with us properly introduced, I think we are about ready for the experiments. First, an examination. Nurse?"

"Of course. Do your best to relax for me, Jager. This won't hurt a bit!"

She scrunched that latex with her every movement, wheeling a cart of common medical supplies to the side of the table. There was nothing especially concerning about any of it. No needles, no scalpels, just the usual assortment. Aurora put a stethoscope on over her mask and pressed it to Jager's bare chest. A slow nod seemed to confirm that his pulse was fine, and so she moved on to wrap a blood pressure sleeve around his arm. The squeaky sound of that inflating to pull taut around his helpless limb blended right in with all the crunchy noise of those two outfits rustling about with every change in position. While she waited for that measurement, the nurse clicked a small flashlight that emitted a surprisingly bright beam. Aurora tapped her mask a few times with one of those blue gloves.

"Just look right here, at my beak. Try not to blink."

Jager was still a little unsettled by the whole thing, but he wasn't about to disobey. The flashlight left little afterimages on his retinas while she scanned his eyes, to the point he was relieved when that was over. After that it was a matter of the nurse jotting down his readings with an unusually scratchy pen working over a sheet on a clipboard, and she nodded to Victoria.

"Everything seems normal so far. I think he'll make a fine specimen. Now, let's apply a little pressure."

Her voice was soothing enough to make him forget to be concerned about that. There was no need to be worried. She simply laid her hands upon him, touching his face with those gloves, letting him enjoy the textured feeling against his skin. Up, and then down, gently stroking as she examined his skull from all sides. Now and then she pressed down slightly harder, but it was all a subtle process.

"Let me know if you have any pains. Here? Or here?"

Down she went, prodding carefully down the sides of his neck, giving something close to a massage, but gentler. She worked in slow circles on his shoulders, then his chest, working very thoroughly to take in every detail of his body. He had to wonder just how thorough she would be. Poking his belly tickled a little, but then he was giving a little gasp as she just kept slipping down farther, nonchalantly touching his sheath and nudging it back and forth with one outstretched finger. His balls got the same treatment, the nurse curling her digit beneath each of them in turn, examining them from every angle. He bit his lip, knowing he shouldn't have been enjoying what was ostensibly a standard medical procedure, at least at first. When she went ahead and pressed two firm fingers to his taint, kneading that sensitive spot until his sheath twitched, he didn't feel nearly as guilty.

"Hmm. Seems like he's responsive!" Aurora pleasantly chirped.

"Excellent!" the doctor exclaimed, moving closer to bend over the table, regarding him with her concealed green gaze. It was only around then that he really noticed just how tall she was. "I do hope you shall continue to be such a polite and cooperative subject, Jager. Now, the experiment will require you to be fully aroused. Don't hold anything back for us, if you please. Allow my assistant to, ah, assist you!"

With permission and encouragement to get horny, he was suddenly twitching a whole lot more. It helped that Aurora was soon grasping his sheath, pulling it back and forth between two fingers at first, helping him to fill out, to grow firmer as he shuddered with sudden lust there in his shackles. He'd been admiring their shapes ever since he'd first awoken, but now he allowed himself to truly look at them, to gaze and scan up and down along those concealed curves, thinking just how soft those two fine ladies looked in their textured outfits. Soon Aurora could grip his cock as it slipped free of its covering, helping to massage it out in slow strokes. There was still something medical about it all, something nonchalant, but the feeling of those latex-covered digits gliding up and down his bare skin was enough to get him hard, enough to make his knot swell up in his sheath before popping free along with the rest of his shaft. He was trembling beneath her touches without much stimulation at all. Somehow he could tell Aurora was smiling behind her mask.

"I think he likes me!" she teased.

"And he ought to," Victoria said, nodding to the bound husky. "Though I do think he is still holding back. Let's see how he responds to the treatment, perhaps."

The way she said it carried an air of drama, even danger, but Jager was ready for whatever it was. There came a great latexy cacophony as the nurse clamoured up on the table right with Jager. He still couldn't move much, but he found himself squirming about beneath as she sat atop him, straddling him, letting that taut, latex-wrapped booty settle down on his dick. That meant pinning it between the shape of her fine ass, letting him grind against that smooth latex, smearing it up with the juices of his pulsing need. Aurora looked into his eyes, or so he thought at least, gazing down her beak at him as she settled in with a few little wiggles of her hips. One good grope to her own breasts, squishing deeply and firm enough to make herself moan, and she leaned close to his face, until her beak was inches from his nose.

"Mmm. Very good. Very firm," she remarked. "Now, just relax and let me do my work."

"Hmmmf ..." was the extent of Jager's reply. He was finding it better if he didn't say much.

The sound of latex on his cock was enough to make him whimper, especially once Aurora got to really moving those hips. She rubbed, she bumped, she bounced, swirling her fine butt in circular grinding motions just to ensure she caused as much friction as possible. If he had his hands free right then, he would have had to resist the urge to just grab her by the hips and hump until he blew a load all over her elegant outfit. Instead, he was going to have to settle for just enduring, for swelling up harder, bigger, swelling out to a size he didn't even know he could achieve. Such a mess he made, just from precum alone, squirting all over that taut ass, making it glisten while it bounced and slightly jiggled on his dick, riding him not quite towards climax, but towards a hotter, needier state that threatened to drive him absolutely feral. He might have lost his mind if it wasn't for her snapping him out of it. A squish to his cheeks and he opened his eyes wide, only to flinch as he saw that beak coming down for him.

It was such a pokey thing, but she wasn't doing him any harm. Instead, she planted it on his forehead and set to massaging him with the firm tip, scratching up into his scalp as she rode his dick with her latex ass. Her voice echoed through the mask pleasantly when she spoke softly, barely above a whisper.

"Now, if I have learned correctly, there are some very potent pressure points right around here. The husky species is particularly susceptible, in fact. If I press just right ... you will be even more aroused."

"I-I don't know if I can ..."

He didn't finish. That light scratching over his scalp, behind his ears, in all the right tingly spots produced such a pleasant sound as well as sensation. He wasn't sure if he was any harder than before. Surely he must have reached his maximum, must have been as horny as one husky could possibly be, but Aurora simply would not let up. She held his head tightly, gripping him by the skull as she dragged her beaktip back and forth between his ears. It felt something like she was massaging his brain directly, pressing all the buttons for him, activating those pleasure centres as if by electrostimulation. When she was seemingly satisfied, she sat straight up, putting her full weight on his dick, making him groan and clench his teeth in what almost became a snarl. If he could just move his hips a little more, could hump her butt a little harder, he could have blown the biggest load of his life, but she wouldn't let him. It was all part of the experiment to be certain, but he was starting to have regrets about his volunteering.

"Mmm. Very good," Aurora gave, and the praise made him blush. "You are a good puppy, aren't you? Now, for your reward."

Jager perked his ears up, expecting to be finally given the orgasm he needed. Instead, she slipped forth, spinning all around to give him a good glimpse of just what a mess he'd made of her. There was enough pre smeared across her shiny backside to amount to at least one full orgasm. Maybe two. That dripping mess was soon smeared across his face as she settled down snugly on his muzzle, smothering him beneath her ass to completely immersed him. Taut as that outfit was, there plenty of room between her cheeks for his snout to snuggle in, trapped and pinned as she slowly rubbed back and forth against his face, making a complete mess of his fur. He wore a mask of his own juices, tasting them as she sat there, using him for a throne while he was left at her mercy. If that wasn't overwhelming enough, it was time for the doctor herself to get involved as well.

"Wonderful work," Victoria said. "I see I have made a fine choice in making you my apprentice. Now, do keep the subject aroused while I prepare the substance."

That was far from a challenge for Aurora. All she had to do was sit right where she was and stay snuggled down on the poor husky's face, and he throbbed away, thumping, pulsing, aching. His whimpering remained muffled beneath that fine rump, only growing more intense as Victoria applied her leather gloves to his engorged cock. She stroked it slowly at first, using just two fingers to gloss along the pre-streaked skin, spreading his juices around as they flowed steadily from his shaft. One firm bat at his shaft made it spring right back into position, too stiff to move much at all. Victoria gave a hmmmm and then he heard the sound of her removing one of her gloves. Beneath it was another, a thinner, latex version that allowed her to feel more of his intimate details. She pushed and prodded about his groin, kneading as if manipulating his organs, somehow stimulating his prostate from the front to ensure he was as horny as physically possible. The only respite was the strange schlicking sound she was making, out of his sight. Surely that must have meant relief was coming soon.

It wasn't quite what he expected, but the cool touch of some sort of salve was soothing enough to make him forget about the strain at least for a little while. It was more than just a topical cream. He could feel it getting into his skin, into his very veins, flowing through his whole body to bring him a crisp sensation of pleasure that frozen him on the spot. It was enough to keep him from squirming at all, seemingly going placid beneath the nurse's fine ass. He only roused from his sudden stupor when Victoria gave him a firm squeeze, milking out an excess of juices that ran down between her glove digits. She squished them together with a satisfying squelch and then tapped Aurora on the shoulder.

"I do believe it's my turn now, luv."

"Aww. And here I was ready to sit on him all night," the nurse playfully fussed, but she soon rose from Jager's face to allow him some time to gasp.

It was a short lived break. No sooner had that nurse climbed off the table, and the doctor was right there atop him instead. She was bigger, heavier, her outfit draping down over his naked body while she knelt down before his face. From so close up, he got a good sense of just how big a bulge she had on offer, and soon got to get much better acquainted with it as she pushed it right into his face. He was smothered once more, this time beneath the outline of Victoria's balls, feeling those plump shapes rubbing back and forth against his muzzle as the leather texture of her garments ground against his nose. It was rougher than the latex, but still ever so pleasant, keeping him immersed in that scent and warmth as she humped him and teased him, making the most of his defenceless state to wedge his snout right there in the middle of her concealed sack.

"Ahh. He has been such a good subject, has he not?" Victoria commented, still resting snugly atop Jager's face. "There is no need to strain him further. Will you do the honours, Aurora?"

"Oh, I would love to."

He didn't manage to get a look at her, but she was soon slipping off her mask, or at least that was what it sounded like from all the rustling sounds. His theory was proven right when he felt her hot breath puffing over his swollen shaft. Victoria remained far too firmly in place for him to get a glimpse of Aurora was beneath the mask - but by the wet, slippery touch of her tongue, he had to guess she was canine like him. If not, she certainly licked like one. Slip-slopping along his shaft, she apparently wasn't put off in the slightest by the taste of that substance, cleaning it off and smacking her lips noisily as she left him twitching, convulsing, so very close. He was ready to blow a load from just a few good slurps alone, but he held off just long enough to feel her deliciously soft lips slipping sweetly around his shaft. One smooth dive and she engulfed his cock in her mouth all at once, pushing out towards the back of her throat. Latching on, squeezing tight, she sucked him without a single moment's consideration for subtlety, clutching his thighs as she made her best attempt to drain him dry. It was almost immediately effective.

His orgasmic cries weren't exactly elegant in the first place, but they were much less so while smothered beneath the plague doctor's bulge. He couldn't get much in the way of air, so he just wheezed and cried out, closing his eyes tight as the nurse made him cum his brains out for her. She remained right where she was, his cock delving deeply into her throat as she swallowed down his seed straight from the source. He astounded even himself in just how much he had to give. It gushed from him as climax blazed through his entire body, leaving him convulsing, gasping, clenching up tight to help milk out every last drop he could possibly provide. She slurked it down, gulping and guzzling, swallowing without so much as pausing for breath. It was almost unnatural. Maybe she was just very, very good at this. Either way, he was left locked in the grip of a wet, warm muzzle, milked and drained down to the very last drop by that expertly working tongue and an absolutely divine set of lips. When he finally had no more to give, he was as blank as he was numb. Yet he was still every bit as hard as before.

Victoria glanced back as Aurora slipped off her subject's shaft, and gave a pleased exclamation.

"Ah! Working every bit as well as I'd hoped. Do you feel yourself recharging, Jager? Are you eager for more, even after a stupendous release as that?"

He couldn't say much with her balls on his face, keeping him immersed in the touch and scent of leather while Aurora slurped her chops and masked back up just in time to keep him from getting a glimpse of her true face. It created the odd illusion once he looked at her again that she'd somehow sucked him off with her mask still in place - or that it was her face, perhaps. Victoria lingered by the side of the table, running one leatherclad finger down his chest, poking and prodding at his vitals before moving to his cock. That, she gave a few nudges, testing just how firm it really was. He hadn't lost a single step along the way. Even after blowing a fat load in the nurse's mouth, he was every bit as hard as he'd ever been, every bit as desperate. When she leaned in close to his face, jutting that beak out near his nose, he remained attentive to her every word if it might have meant getting to cum again.

"Now, I think I am about ready to let you free, but you simply must promise me to be a good dog. Will you do that for me? If this experiment is to be a success, then you are to listen to everything I tell you." Somehow he could tell she was smiling beneath that beak. "I assure you it will be well worth your patience."

As hot as his cheeks got at such a proposition, he couldn't help but obey. It was too tempting.

"I'll do it ..." he murmured at first, and immediately saw Victoria quirk her hooded head. He knew that wasn't good enough, so he went on. "I'll be a good dog."

"That's a good pup. Now! Let's get you free. As free as you can be, of course."

There was one small side of him that thought about bolting for the exit as soon as she loosed those shackles from his wrists and ankles. Given how shaky his knees were at that point, he might well have pitched over in the process of trying. And besides. He didn't really want to get away. He was simply nervous about whatever came next. Standing up, he felt a strange chill come over him, just to be naked before those two well-dressed professionals. It wasn't cold in there. If anything, it was very warm, and getting warmer, or maybe that was just him. He cautiously wagged his tail, trying to pretend for whatever they threw at him. Victoria simply made a little walking gesture with two fingers and then traced a circle in the air.

"Now now. Don't get too far. Here's what I want you to do." Giving the same table a good smack with her open palm, she nodded to it. "Plant your elbows right here for me and we can begin. And keep that curly tail high, if you please."

As horny as he was, the position had him holding his breath, bracing himself for impact. There was something so much more intimidating about making a whole procedure of it. If she'd just thrown herself atop him to start humping like a beast he might have been calmer. Instead, he was left tense all over as he listened to her schlipping, lubing up a digit just right so she could push it to the ring of his rear, gently kneading that latex-covered finger against his rim. When she took a deep, calming breath inwards, he found himself unconsciously imitating her, filling his lungs and then sighing out. That was all he needed to relax enough for her to enter him. It was just a single finger, but she pushed it deep inside all at once, burying it to the gloved knuckle while he gave a little yip. It didn't hurt, but it was a little cool at first, that lubricating something helping gloss the digit up for entry. Soon she found her target.

It might have started as something like a professional examination, but it soon turned much more pleasurable. She found his prostate with ease, and soon set to massaging it with that curled finger, zapping him with pleasure that reached right down to his toes. Balancing on his elbows was proving especially challenging while she toyed with his pleasure button, putting her anatomical expertise to work until he was whimpering, even moaning for her. He still had no idea what she even looked like beneath that mask, and all that leather, but he wanted nothing more than to feel her pressed down on top of him, to get mounted, fucked, taken, no matter what. Maybe it was that special substance doing its work, driving him to such a horny state, intoxicated with lust, casting aside all other desires in favour of wanting her and only her. A slow wiggle of his hips was the best he could manage to try to convince her. She stimulated him until he could barely think, and only then did she withdraw, leaving him trembling, pulsing, dripping precum on her floor. She didn't seem to mind.

"I will have you know, dear subject, that what happens next may be considered somewhat ... dangerous. You know this, of course, from having read the fine print carefully before signing away your time and body alike."

Jager shifted his eyes. Victoria went on.

"But I feel nonetheless the need to remind you of this, before you commit."

He could only whimper like a frightened pup, tail raised high. Whoever she was, whatever she was, he wanted her dick. She didn't remove her mask. Perhaps she was more comfortable in it, wearing it like her own face, the sound of her breathing filtered through it as it intensified in his ear. She leaned her whole cloaked form over him, letting the sound of all that leather shifting and crackling fill his ears. Then there came her hands moving along his sides - one still gloved, one bare, the first hint at who she really was beneath it all. He felt fur, and when she looped that bare hand around to stroke his cheek, he caught the briefest glimpse of white. That didn't tell him much, but at least he knew he was dealing with a mammal, and not some strange alien hidden away in a suit. Presumably. She dipped her hands back down and unbuckled a pair of belts, allowing herself just enough space to let a thick, stiff cock press up between his cheeks. She left it at that for the moment, idly grinding back and forth, forcing him to just wait a little longer for what he needed. Instead, she spoke a warning.

"If you allow me to cum inside you, Jager, you will feel some immediate and fascinating effects. A certain creation of mine, shall live on in your veins, from the very first drop ... "

"And it feels so good," Aurora was quick to add.

So that was the reason for the outfits, aside from general style. They weren't just observing standard laboratory safety precautions, they were quarantining themselves from him. He was dealing with something he didn't understand, but he didn't move from the spot. Instead, he just gladly let her slide that cock beneath his tail, grinding, smearing up his rim with an excess of precum. It flowed thick and hot, glossing his hole, making it shiny. He wondered if that was enough, if he was already marked, already claimed by whatever it was she had created, whatever lurked inside her. If it was already too late to turn back, then he was just going to have to commit, going to have to brace himself and clutch that table tight while the doctor mounted him from behind. A slick, smooth, plump cock pushed up between his cheeks and sank smoothly into his body, sliding along in one deep stroke. It wasn't long before he felt those uncovered nuts pressed up against his own, so much bigger and more potent than his could ever be, than was ever natural. Her self-experimentation was highly successful.

"There we go. Nice, tight doggy. A good puppy, through and through. Let's make you my little carrier, shall we?"

That word put a shudder down his spine. A pleasant one, to be sure. She thumped up behind him, smothering him in leather, bending over his back and pinning him down. He felt her bust, covered and squished up against him, felt her curves, her slight belly. She was soft all over, ever so warm, and her dick was fat enough to stretch and fill him. He could feel it in his middle, bulging as it plunged back and forth with her first few thrusts. She rocked the table while she fucked him, moving swiftly to pump and plap his butt with those great big nuts of hers. Things moved slickly to something near a peak, leaving him swelling up with the tension driving through his body. He swore he could feel his own sack filling, sagging down with the weight of all the cum he was ready to give her. As those steady drips flowed thicker from his shaft, spurting out upon the floor, Victoria nodded to her assistant.

"Get that taken care of, will you?"

Aurora moved quickly, unwrapping a large-size condom and starting to wrap it around Jager's hard dick. That was almost enough to make him blow right there, having her handling him like that, stretching, stuffing him in, leaving him confined in the latex so he wouldn't make too much of a mess when he blew. When the nurse withdrew, the doctor took to fucking him in earnest, bearing down upon his back and butt with those lunging, athletic thrusts. That tall, soft figure of hers was plenty imposing, to be certain, but he hadn't expected her to be so strong. She fucked him with a certain amount of brutish force to compliment her precision, stroking in and out, faster and faster, finally letting herself seemingly lose control, if only for a few minutes. He couldn't bear it any longer than that. Her pumping cock, her balls slapping up against his own, and that persistent tingle he felt all over was enough to send his body straight to the edge, right to erupting, before he was even ready to explode.

That condom proved effective at catching every single drop, even when he creamed an excess of husky spunk right into the malleable latex. It sagged and stretched and sloshed as he filled it like a balloon, clamping down on Victoria's dick while she fucked the cum right out of him. With her subject already reaching his climax, there was no reason for her to hold back. He was already in a state of hypersensitivity that left him nearly numb to every sensation, but there was no missing those finishing strokes. The doctor worked those broad hips of hers to pound down hard on him, rapidly fucking deep to help milk out every single drop she could get from him, making that bloated condom touch the ground for how much she made him cum. And it only got better when she gave a huff that came filtered through her mask, allowing herself just one deep moan as she finished beneath his tail, letting it all pour forth at once.

He felt the tingle from the very first spurt. It blazed through him like some sort of electric impulse, lighting up his nerves, keeping them all busy processing the pleasure was fucking into him. The changes were immediate. He was experiencing something more than climax, something that ensured he'd never be the same. There was something dancing through his veins, something taking over his body from the inside while she filled him with her cum, transferring something wonderful into his body. His belly stretched and sagged with the effort to keep it all inside, but there was no hope to truly contain the size of her enhanced orgasm. It creamed down his balls and hers alike, ran smoothly down his bare thighs, splashed upon the floor to run slowly towards a drain. The scent of climax persisted all through the gleaming moment, keeping him gasping, huffing it all down, breathing those aromas like they were his new air. He needed more, right from the source.

They rested together for a short time, but he hardly needed it. Just a few seconds of her stroking his back fondly and he felt energized, eager, willing to give so much more than he already had. That had him squirming on her dick, turning this way and that, huffing, panting, drooling. Her soft, amused chuckle told him everything was going as expected. Her cum was changing him from the inside, igniting a new depravity that had him wanting to do nothing but worship her like she deserved. The thought clouded his mind, pushing away all else. As soon as she slipped out of him, leaving a torrent of fresh cum pouring from beneath his tail, cascading down his taint, he dropped to his knees. Turning in place allowed him the first glimpse of her uncovered body, of her true self beneath the leather. He saw thick thighs, white fur, a great big black cock soaked in cum, and those perfect smooth, shiny balls to match. That, and a pink rat tail that draped down to the floor. Ah, of course. It all made sense. She was the plague rat, and he was her subject. And her carrier.

The thought overwhelmed him to the point he hardly noticed the doctor and nurse alike removing their masks. There was no need to protect him anymore, now that he'd been claimed by that lusty virus, driven to the brink of feral by its initial effects. He let those new sensations drive him, guide him to the point of placing his face right between the rat's nuts. She gently took him by the head, still half-gloved, and held him there while he sniffed, licked, and drank down every drip of clinging cum he could get. Her scent was ambrosia to his senses, and her taste was even better. He'd never experienced such an olfactory overload like that, like and orgasm with his every single breath. The plague within him directed him to adore her, to want more of her, to never quite be satisfied. His eyes were mostly closed to indulge in the delight of tasting her, though he did catch a glimpse of her face above when he looked up for approval. Aurora was there too, a husky beneath the beak, just like him, grinning her approval at the changes. Seemed the doctor had a type.

"I think we can chalk that up as a success, doctor," she told Victoria, who nodded.

"Yes. The salve does seem to amplify the effects, doesn't it? There is still much work to be done, of course. But in the meantime - we can enjoy our new pet."

"Not a new assistant?"

"Oh, I don't think so. Look at him. He is a broken pup, hopelessly hooked on my essence. And he is ever so good at it too, isn't he? I do believe I shall keep him."

Aurora chuckled. "He knew what he signed up for."

"I highly doubt that. But we have it all in writing. Now, dear pup, do be a dear and give the nurse some attention as well."

He was quick to obey, shifting his attention to that uncovered pussy just beside him. Aurora squished in against the doctor, letting him swap over to licking, kissing, indulging in the husky's feminine taste. She wasn't quite as potent-tasting as the rat herself, but he could tell she was a carrier just like him. Every slurp brought him another tingle of stimulation, every kiss was a little dose of bliss. That was more reward than he really needed. Her moans were enough. He worked with eager plunges, sloppily eating her out, doing his utmost to bring her pleasure, to show her how good he could truly be. It was enough to leave her arching her back, grinding his face, smearing her tainted juices all over his muzzle. Then it was back to Victoria's balls, slipping them into his mouth one at a time to provide the adoring suckles they so deserved. He drooled all over them both, refusing to hold anything back, wanting nothing more than to prove exactly what he could do for them, now that he belonged to them. There was nothing left in his mind to think of anything else but serving them, whether it meant helping them in the lab or simply letting them blow off steam when they were done with a day's hard work. One dose of Victoria's creation, of her forbidden cum, and he was all theirs, wallowing in his newfound servitude, giving everything he could. All he needed in return was to hear the words Victoria spoke as he spit-shined that glossy black rat sack for her.

"Good dog."