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Human Addiction

Chapter 16: Strict Testing

Sponsored by DuskCypher

By Draconicon

Roger had been to the doctor a few dozen times over the course of his life, what with the need for vaccinations and check-ups and the occasional physical. Not once in that time had he ever, ever had a snake-man slithering a tail up his leg and pulling him even closer, and never had he ever felt the need to get a boner during that time.

Yet, here he was, in the back of a police car getting molested by a snake that was at least one and a half times his height and with the muscles to put that frame to use. His cheeks burned as that tail slid up to his crotch, the very tip rubbing against his growing hard-on. The snake hissed softly in his ear, leaning down.

"You like that, do you?"

"...Maybe a little."

"Heh, and here I thought that André was just fooling...A human that enjoys Anthros that much that he enjoys this..."

Brutus leaned closer, one large, scaly hand making its way across his face. Roger shivered as it forced him to look up at the bigger male.

"Or maybe you just like being the bitch more than you like being the alpha, hmm?"

"That's...that's not how it works."

"Oh?"

"No...it's...it's..."

"It seems like you're breaking out in a sweat, human..." Brutus flicked his tongue free, and his eyes seemed to shimmer for a moment before he pulled it back. "And your pheromones...they are far stronger..."

"Well, um, they're...they're..."

Words. Words were rather hard right then, and they were getting harder as his other leg was pulled into the tight grip of that tail. There was no pulling away, either, and he shivered as the coils wrapped higher and higher around his legs, dragging him closer and closer to the snake. Brutus loomed over him, his eyes shimmering with a strange intensity, one that was startlingly well-controlled.

One big hand went down between his legs, gently pulling down on the zipper of his pants. Roger yelped, reaching down to slow it down, but the snake managed to grab both his hands in one of his, holding them together at the wrists and slowly pulling them over his head. He had never been this helpless before, and the raw strength of the snake Anthro both astonished and aroused him.

"That's it. Let me take a look..."

The zipper finished coming down, the buttons came undone, and then his underwear was peeled back from his rising cock. His legs were locked together from his ankles all the way up to his thighs, and with his arms pinned above his head, that meant that Roger was completely helpless. His eyes widened and he clenched his jaws hut tight as a hand that was almost too big for his cock wrapped around his member.

"Look at that. Throbbing so hard already?"

"Mmmph..."

"Do humans like being under control, hmm?"

"Nnngh...no..."

"Well, you do...are you a different human, then? Are you so very different that you want to be under control, like those pups that wander the zoo?"

"You - you know about them?" he asked, momentarily shocked out of his haze of arousal.

"Everyone knows them, human. And they are considered rather pathetic by most of us. Trying to pretend that life doesn't exist the way that it really does, losing themselves in being animals rather than being Anthro. There's a shame in that, and they don't seem to understand that in the slightest. But you...you know them, hmm?" The snake's hand clenched around the very tip of Roger's cock, drawing a shiver and moan from him. "What do you know about them, I wonder?"

"Mmmph...just...just that they sometimes...go there..."

"Really? Is that all?"

Roger shivered as that tight grip continued to slowly milk him, going up and down his shaft, so hard, so firm. Brutus was as brutal as his name suggested, though he wasn't yet being cruel to him. Instead, he was just being controlling, forceful, the sort of person that was keeping things from going too fast.

He's being affected by the pheromones, but he's better at controlling it than the doctor was, he realized. Brutus is watching out for the whole thing, pushing it, seeing how fast it grows...

And that meant that there was going to be an underlying push that there hadn't been with some of the others. This was a conscious decision rather than purely instinct-driven behavior. He shivered as that hand went down to his cock again, running along the head right down to the balls, and then back up again.

It didn't take long before those fingers curled tight around his shaft, pulling at the very base, almost like he was getting lifted up by his dick. He gasped for breath, his eyes going wide.

"Nnnngh!"

"I asked, is that all, human?"

"Mmmph...I...one of them did..."

"Have relations with you, human?"

"Yes!"

"That's what I thought. I smelled it...tasted it..."

"Mmmph..."

"Among copious amounts of soap. The crocodile attempted to clean it off, but the remnants remain...Good that you did not lie, human."

The snake's hands and tail released him all at once, and he gasped as he fell back. The circulation started to run through his legs once more, and he groaned at the pins and needles that flooded back into his limbs. The feeling was not pleasant, and it did a good job of killing his boner, even though his balls were still churning like mad.

Brutus chuckled, folding his arms as Roger pulled his pants back on. The human shook his head.

"Well...if you wanted to get me all riled up and make the pheromones stronger, I think you did your job."

"Yes. I did."

"Mmph. Did you have to do it like that?"

"Is there a better way?"

"...Maybe."

"And?"

"...I can't think of it, but I'm sure there is."

"Then next time, human, we will try it that way. Until then...it's my way."

The Peacekeeper snake smiled down at him, and the human shivered at the way that the snake's presence only seemed to keep getting more and more intense. The weird feeling of being so far down, of being hunted like a mouse, only increased with that sensation.

Thankfully, it only lasted for a second or two. Brutus leaned over, unlocking his door.

"I'll see if they have cleared the waiting room and everything else. Then, we can begin."

"You'll get me if they have?"

"Of course, human." He chuckled. "It's not like we can leave you to wander around wild, can we?"

And with that, he was alone in the car, and he leaned back against the seat. It was a hard thing to try and calm himself down after something like that, but with successive deep breaths, he just about managed it. The fact that his boner was still half-there was a thing to think about, but for now, he was more focused on breathing.

That had been...well, different. It wasn't the same thing as the half-feral raccoon that had come for him in the alley, or the dubiously-consented-to fuck that had happened with the other doctor. However, it had been hotter than either of the other two. He didn't know what had happened there, or why it was so...good, but -

It's because it's his fault, not yours.

Roger groaned under his breath at the thought, but as soon as he heard it, he knew it was right. There was no getting around the fact that he still felt guilty about the way that he used the other Anthros when his pheromones got to work on them, and he didn't like the fact that it felt so good to do it. It felt like he was abusing their trust, making them do things that they wouldn't normally do, and he wished he could resist his own fantasies better.

When it was the others, though, then it wasn't his fault. They could come after him, use him, and even though it was rough, it wasn't something that he was forcing in the same way. It still wasn't good, but it was better than the alternative, and a hell of a lot better than basically controlling them the way that he did.

Not like I'm putting it in them this way...

Shaking his head, he leaned back against the back of the car again, closing his eyes. Maybe he spent a little too long that way, because when Brutus came back, he jerked back to the waking world with a yelp and a start.

The snake pulled the door open, looking down at him. He held out a hand, not saying a thing, and Roger took it.

"The doctor's waiting in the second room on the right. Don't keep him waiting."

"You sound...grumpy."

"Well, they got annoyed at me coming in smelling like you. Looks like your pheromones stick to everything."

"...Oh."

"Yeah. My bad, but...come on."

Roger followed behind the large snake, keeping as close as he could while also giving Brutus his space. It wasn't his fault that the snake had come in smelling like him, but he supposed that he could understand the frustration. Doing his job, and then he got berated for it because of an unforeseen circumstance? That would be annoying.

The waiting room was empty. For a moment, he thought that the computer was running, but when he walked around the desk, he saw that the screen was frozen on an old solitaire game. He cocked his head to the side, started to point at it, only for Brutus to give him another pull. There would be time for explanations later.

They passed three different rooms, one on the right, two on the left. In each room, one of the rest of the party was waiting. André, Lisa, Louise, all of them sitting in the back with pads attached to their body and feeding vital readings back to machines.

"I'm surprised those work."

"Well, it's not reliable, but there were maintenance manuals on those. We managed to figure out how to keep them working, thankfully."

"Yeah...very thankfully."

"Anyway. Room."

Brutus nodded at the door, and he nodded back. The snake made his way down to another of the empty rooms, probably to clean up and get hooked up for one of the other tests. Shaking his head, Roger stepped inside.

Someone was waiting for him. An arctic wolf, of all things, and one that was wearing a double-pair of masks. They were stretched wider than they should have been, due to the fact that they looked like the same sort that were made for humans, but the wolf was managing to make it fit around his muzzle. However, as soon as he looked up, the white-furred canine immediately groaned, his eyes fuzzing before he rubbed them and shook his head.

"Mmmph...wow..."

Looking down, Roger could see that the wolf's cock was already starting to rise in his pants, which meant that everything that Brutus had done had, indeed, made his scent and pheromones quite powerful. The wolf shook his head again, muttering under his breath.

"I'm going to kill that snake."

"What's that?" Roger asked, blinking.

"Okay. I'm going to assume that you're not always this...powerful, let's say."

"No, that's, um, that's down to Brutus."

"I thought so. He could have ruined the experiment, but...well, we'll just have to go with it for now...God, you smell good...Wait, I mean - forget I said that."

"...Said what?" Roger said with a small smile.

"Well, at least you have a sense of humor." The arctic wolf seemed to smile behind his mask, and he gestured to the exam table. "Let's do this as quick as we can. We have some of the files from the last visit that you made, showing just how strong your pheromones can be, and how they affect Anthros on a base level. Let's see if we can mark off some of the most effective areas that you have."

"Um...does that mean that you're going to..."

"I'm not exactly going to have much of a choice. Just...really sorry if this goes well. André picked me because my ancestors used to be zoo animals instead of wild ones, so...hopefully this goes better than your last visit."

"...I'll have to thank him for that, later."

"Depending on how this goes, I might do the same."

Roger nodded and hopped up on the bed. He could tell that it was old; there was a musty smell in the air as soon as he sat down on it, and it only grew stronger the more that he shifted around. He imagined that the actual pad under the cover was probably half-rotted from how long it had been in here, and that it only lasted this long because it was so well-sealed compared to the rest of the cushions and chairs around the place.

"So, um..."

"We'll start down at your feet and work our way up, skipping the crotch until last."

"Right. Let's avoid blowjobs for a while, right?"

"Right."

"Okay, um...sure..."

There was no way to avoid making this awkward, and he knew that. Yet, it was still embarrassing having to take off his shoes and socks with the idea that the wolf was going to be examining them directly. He pulled them off and put them to the side, wiggling his toes for a moment.

As he did, the white wolf reached into a nearby closet. He pulled out an oxygen tank, one that looked half-new. Must have been from a factory, or maybe there was some trade that had started going over the Wall. In either case, it meant that there was a way for the wolf to start feeding himself clean air between the different huffs that he was going to have to take. The doctor took one deep breath, then another, then pulled the masks off.

"Okay. Let's get started."

Roger offered one foot, and the doctor took it by the ankle. He leaned in, holding his breath right until the last moment, and then pressed his dark nose right against Roger's sole. The feeling of cool flesh against his foot, right against his arch, lasted for a half-second before he felt the slippery feeling of air being sucked in.

Almost instantly, the wolf groaned, the doctor twitching his hips for a moment before he got control of himself. What had been the start of a tent had turned into a full-fledged erection, and he groaned as he pulled his head back. He grabbed for the mask, pulling it over his muzzle and huffing some clean oxygen.

"I'm sorry," Roger said.

Huff. "Not." Huff. "Your." Huff. "Fault."

"I know, but...still."

After a few seconds of sucking clean air, the doctor put the mask back down. His cock hadn't gone down, but the haze in his eyes had been fixed.

"Not your fault. We need to do this, and it's something that has to be covered. At least this way, you're not going to get hurt, and I...Well, I will admit, I never thought that I'd be getting this sort of...excitement...particularly over the smell of sweaty feet...but it's doing something for me."

"You want the other one, or -"

"I still have to check around the toes, and then we'll start moving up."

"Alright. Just..."

"Don't apologize again. Let's just try and do this as professionally as possible."

Professional behavior was going to go right out the window, Roger was sure, and he didn't have to wait long to find out. The wolf leaned in again, this time grinding his dark nose against his toes, and the nostrils flared once - just once - and the wolf groaned. His hips hunched twice this time, his cock throbbing hard enough to start showing through his pants, and a shot of pre-cum darkened the tip of the tent enough that there was no missing just how aroused the wolf actually was.

Roger did his best not to stare, but the time for that had passed. The wolf groaned, a soft moan sliding from his nose as he sniffed a bit lower.

"Mmmph...such strong..."

"Doctor?"

"Strong soles..."

"Doctor!"

He pushed, hard, and the wolf fell backwards. There was such a confused look on his face as he landed right on his ass that the human almost let out a giggle at the sight, but the last thing that he wanted to do was startle a potential wild animal. He pulled his feet back, shaking his head.

It took the white wolf a moment or three to remember the mask, and when he reached over to take it, he puffed and huffed harder than before. He pulled his face back afterwards, shaking his head.

"Arch, 6/10. Toes, 8...8.5/10 in terms of effective pheromone delivery," he said with a soft pant in his breath. "And...very effective...on the body."

"Maybe we should stop," Roger said.

"No. No, we have to finish. We started, and we can't just keep delaying this."

"Maybe keep the mask close by from now on?"

"Probably a good idea."

They went back to it, and bit by bit, Roger started taking his clothes off. Soon, he was pantsless, and the wolf worked his way up from the human's heels all the way up to his knee, and then along the inner and outer thigh. They left the underwear on, but the sniffing continued. It was restricted to a single sniff per area, followed by five breaths from the oxygen tank, followed by one more breath of the body.

As they went along, the wolf recorded their findings. They didn't find another pheromone emitter, so to speak, as effective as his soles until they reached his armpits. The wolf's head spun, reaching a full nine out of ten on his little meter, and he had to take a moment to slide away. Other places, it seemed, were too flat or broad for the smell to cling as much, leaving them at a total of between three to five, and even the five was at the crease of his neck.

With all the other places checked, they had come back down to his groin. Roger was allowed to stand up, the door closed, and he pushed his underwear down. He stepped out of them, and the wolf gestured for him to lean against the exam bed. As soon as Roger did, he felt the clawed hands on his ass cheeks, and he knew what was coming next.

"Remember. One breath," he said over his shoulder.

"I know. I've got it ready."

"Just...just reminding you."

"One...two...three."

Just like that, his ass cheeks were parted, and that cool nose pressed right between them, grinding up against his pucker. The chill that came from that slight touch wasn't bad, but the breath that followed sent a chill right down to his cock. His shaft throbbed, hardening from the small sniff.

He expected that to be all, but the wolf groaned, huffing again. Another hot breath, then another. Roger gasped as a tongue followed, going deep up his ass right then and there. He groaned, trying to push himself back, but the wolf doctor shoved him forward, grinding him against the bed.

"Doctor!"

There was no stopping him. The wolf kept grinding his tongue in, licking over his pucker. The teasing pleasure was more than enough to have him shivering and hard, dripping with pre-cum already. He squirmed, trying to pull himself forward if he couldn't push the wolf backwards, but he was in too tight a grip. The wolf's tongue was bathing his pucker in teasing licks, and then thrusting forward, opening him up again. The fact that the Watfords had already opened his ass before was the only thing that made him able to take it right then and there, and even that was barely enough.

"Nnngh...mmmph...BRUTUS!"

He shouted for the snake in desperation, and thankfully, the big guy was listening. The Peacekeeper walked over and shoved the door open and, seeing the situation, grabbed the doctor and yanked him back. The mask came up, hit the doctor's muzzle, and started pumping him full of clean oxygen.

"...Ten...out of ten..." Roger panted.

"Dogs are good at that," the snake muttered. "Don't see why you're rating it, though."

"I meant...I meant the pheromone stuff. He was rating it from one to ten depending on how strong it was."

"Ah. That spot was the strongest?"

"Uh-huh."

"Heh. Wonder if your dick's the same."

"I'm not finding out just yet."

"Not until the doc's better, at least. Get dressed, human. We'll get this sorted."

Once the white wolf was back to his former self and after a quick debate, they decided to continue with their tests. It would be done relatively quickly, with him wearing his underwear for now. He would go into each room, and each of the subjects - minus Brutus - would be observed to see how their bodies reacted to the human's pheromones. Roger wasn't worried about what would happen with Lisa or with André, but he was a little concerned about what might happen with Louise.

That said, they were all being observed, so hopefully, this would go well.

It was decided that they'd do Louise first, so that there was no other scent on him that might agitate her. He expected to be more embarrassed about going into the exam room in nothing but his underwear, but then again, after she had literally bathed him multiple times, it was hard to feel embarrassed about being exposed in front of her. He opened the door and walked in, feeling the crocodile staring at him with annoyance and curiosity at the same time, almost like she was interested in the experiment but was pissed about having to be part of it.

Well, that he could understand. He wasn't exactly happy to be here himself.

"I'm sorry about this," Roger said.

"Let's just get it over with. What do I gotta smell today?"

"Well, after the doctor went a little...frantic...with my butt, we're sticking to a choice of feet or armpits. Sorry."

"...I'll take the armpits."

"Oh?"

"You haven't been walking on those."

He nodded, and he moved to stand beside her. She turned her long head, pressed those tiny nose holes up against his raised arms. Roger waited, clenching his teeth in anticipation and ready to run at the first little change in her behavior.

She took a breath -

"MMMPH!"

And the soft beep of the heart monitors just jumped. She growled, her fingers curling so tight that they ripped into the padding of the chairs. Not for the first time, he blamed Brutus for this, and he jerked backwards as she huffed and growled. Not angrily, but warningly.

It lasted for a few seconds, then she got a better sense of control over herself. She groaned, her eyes clearing, but she still gripped the chair hard, almost as if she didn't believe she could trust herself to let go of it. For his part, he was still rather shocked that she had gone that far, and he slowly shook his head.

"How...You smelled me before and you were fine."

"Yeah, well...mmmph..." She shook her head. "One, you weren't all worked up last time."

"...True."

"Two, we didn't start at the strongest fucking part. Fuck. Fuck...Nnngh, I HATE that feeling..."

"I'm sorry."

"Nnngh...not your fault...fuck...fuck...Water...Water in my face, now!"

Fumbling at the sink in the room, he cupped his hand under the water and threw it in her face just as she asked. She gasped, snorting, and then snorted out again. The blast of water shooting back out of her nose left her shaking, but she finally let go of the chair.

"Mmph...mmph...Ah...better..."

"...Did you just nasal rinse yourself?"

"Way to not kill ourselves underwater. Mmmph. I do NOT want to go back to that mindset again."

"Should I go?"

"Yes. Now."

He nodded, leaving the room as fast as possible. The doctor was waiting outside, and he could tell with one look that the experiment wasn't stopping there. They needed to check everything, with everybody.

The test with Lisa was a great deal easier than the test with Louise. The smaller female was immediately inclined to seek out his warmth, and rather than speeding up, her heartbeat started to get slower. The monitor actually reached such a slow speed that there was a moment when the doctor was worried about her falling into a vegetative, or at least hibernation-like, state. When it stopped almost immediately after he stepped back, it wasn't deemed too dangerous, but it was something that they were quick to make note of.

As for the test with André, the cheetah started to get more and more relaxed, more and more friendly. Rather than acting like a Peacekeeper, he started acting like a housecat, nuzzling and bumping up against Roger's body, until he started to fondle him through his underwear. The cat seemed to be getting hotter and hornier, and even flirtier, the longer that they were in the same room together. However, other than that, there wasn't much of an effect on him, certainly not compared to the other two.

They were all put through hot showers afterwards - save for Roger, who got a cold one - and then were allowed to meet back in the doctor's office. The wolf had the oxygen mask on this time, and leaned forward across his desk.

"This is like nothing that I've ever seen before. The way that the pheromones bypass the common sense of the brain and initiate a physiological response the way it does shouldn't be possible, particularly between species that are this different. At the same time, we still don't know everything that happened to us when we changed from our feral states to Anthros. It could be that we all bear an amount of human DNA at this point, which might be what allows the pheromones to take hold and create these responses. However, that's not what we're here for. We're here because it's getting out of hand, and we needed to see just how far it might go."

"Too far," Louise muttered, the crocodile crossing her arms across her chest.

"Yes, if we aren't making sure to keep the pheromones down and your own sensitivity down," the doctor agreed. "What we observed in Louise was nothing less than an intense flight or fight response, a spike of it that was so intense that it actually could have led into cardiac arrest if it was maintained for long enough."

"That wasn't all him."

Roger blinked, looking back at the alligator. The doctor blinked as well, clearing his throat.

"Well, it certainly was the triggering -"

"Doc, I'm giving you two seconds to get your head out of your ass before I stuff it up there for real," she said. "One, we've been kept all wound up and stressed all fucking day. So, my vitals were already entering the shit-show just by coming here. Two, you got me locked in a tiny little room, making it worse. Three, instead of resetting for a proper fucking baseline, you sent him in all reeking of pheromones. You are NOT putting this all on him."

"..." The arctic wolf looked at Brutus. "You didn't tell me that she was informed."

"Hey, I get my ass reamed by you, you get your ass reamed by her," the snake said.

"...Fair." The wolf shook his head. "It is true that this was not an ideal experiment, but it has shown us all just how far this can go, and how quickly, if we're not paying attention to what's happening around us. More to the point, it confirms that Roger's pheromones have a different effect on various individuals. It won't merely cause a reaction of arousal and submission. Or of...domination."

They all turned to him, and Roger shrunk down in his chair, trying not to feel tinier than he already was. He felt guilty enough for causing the disruption that he did, even if he did enjoy the way that things went afterward. Most of the time.

"What can I do?" he asked.

"...I don't know," the doctor said, shaking his head. "We'll have to work on that, study things a bit more. We still have a number of samples to study, but I want to take some samples from the rest of you, just so I can see how different reactions occur."

"And until we sort this out?" André asked. "I don't want to put another group at risk if I can avoid it."

"For the moment, as long as we keep cautious and regulate Roger's body with regular washing and keep everyone calm, we should be able to handle this in the short term. However, I would recommend that we start looking at quarantine as an option."

Nobody liked that idea, least of all him. Roger remembered André mentioning that before, and he knew that it could get a great deal worse for him if he was officially locked up. That would spread to the other humans on this side of the Wall, and then they would all be in deep trouble.

But if they didn't do something...

He sighed. The doctor stood up.

"You should all go home for now. Get some rest, relax if you can. André, Brutus, you'll keep an eye on the situation as it continues?"

"You know it," Brutus muttered.

"Of course," André said.

"Then do that, and we'll meet here again in a few days if anything develops."

That was all that he got to hear, and all that there was to be said. Though Louise and Lisa tried to offer some comfort on the walk back to the car, he wasn't sure what comfort there was to take. It was the first time that he had gotten to see real feedback from what his pheromones did, and he wasn't sure if he could make himself okay with that.

The End

Summary: The doctor trip continues, and this time, it's a little bit better for Roger. A little bit.

Tags: M/M, wolf, crocodile, reptile, gecko, cheetah, various species, coiling, snake, teasing, domination, jerking off, interrogation, masturbation, pleasure, edging, size difference, rimming, scent, musk, pheromones, foot fetish, series,