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Pitch-black dreams are sweet as can be. Not a single soul in sight, no trouble or worry, no sound, no scurry. It would be nice if these dreams lasted forever, but you couldn't just keep repeating the same thing over and over again, even if it were paradise. I knew that, but on and on something deep in that darkness wanted to remind me of that little fact. It was a small voice that sounded like my own, and it lectured me in sweet tones, but the voice was so quiet that I could barely make out what it was saying even if the message managed to stick. From the darkness another set of voices appeared all at once, white slits slowly slicing through the shadows to open like gaping wounds. The voices sighed all at once drowning out whatever lecture had been in store. No longer did the dreaming world seem so comfortable, and so, I decided to wake up. Wakefulness and exhaustion alike crept along my body as I became aware of the world around me. There were things to do, but heavens, it felt as if someone had been compressing my entire body under sheets of metal. Sore muscles, aching head, sickly warmth wiggling inside of me. What a wonderful thing to wake up to. At least the bed was still soft. My limbs acted before my eyes opened, the covers shifting from my body allowing chilled air to brush through the fur of my body. Once seated at the edge of my bed, my eyes opened to let in sterile light. White bulbs buzzed above, and that buzzing seemed so much louder than usual. Perhaps I had been overworking myself, and perhaps my quality of sleep wasn't as good as I thought. Blurry vision gave way to eventual clarity as I started to wake up properly, and I could see that my quarters were just the same. A book on the nightstand. A bookcase nearby full of reading material both related to the work I did at the facility and personal reading. Finally, a small desk near the far wall with a clipboard full of things to do. Right, there was work to do.

From the bed I rose, arms stretched out and upward as I yawned and winced. Every muscle in my body froze as I placed clawed digits at the side of my mouth where a sudden pain had broken free from nowhere. I felt no wound, I felt no aberration or oddity, and yet, still there had been a few seconds of what I would describe as concerning pain. It had to be the aging process making every bone and muscle in my body whimper at the slightest provocation. Not enough proper exercise. That had to be it. Just in case, I brought my fingers up to my eyes and looked for blood. None. The same orange and red fur darkened at the tips, but in this white light, you could hardly tell what anyone looked like. My suspicions continued until I checked my body properly. Arms were still attached to my shoulders even though they ached at odd times. Slender legs trailed down to the floor with a vulpine tail flicking from between. Under my crotch, my typical equipment hung with a bit more firmness than usual thanks to just having woken up. Good to see that healthy. With a small smile, I placed a hand on my stomach, feeling over the slight rounding as my suspicions died out. Old, but everything was still there.

Sighing, I headed toward the clipboard while making sure to remind myself to grab some pants. Idle digits flipped through the pages and oddly enough, there wasn't anything to do. All the pages were blank where normally I would have written down the day's necessities. There were always things to do, always treatments and methods to try, patients to visit and incidents to sort out. That being said, the experiments were going well and the patients had been well behaved once the medication had been passed among them. Even the staff seemed in better spirits. Even still, reservations plague my mind about the experimental medication. I cannot bring myself to take it, though, I have ordered others to do so. How could there be nothing to do for me? I decided the dose, what medication, and the method of treatment, and yet, the pages remained blank.

A wave of fatigue struck, washing over my body as I set the clipboard down in a manner that had my limbs drained of life. No. There were always things to do, none of those pages could be blank, but for now, I turned away to try and manage this odd exhaustion. It felt as though my head had been submerged, clear thoughts dancing away before I could grasp them, but still, I knew what I had to do. Get dressed. Check on the status of the patients. These were the basics of my day-to-day life. I am Dr. Red. Not only a member of the staff, but someone with an incredible amount of responsibility to those under the care of this facility. For my patients I needed to get ready, I needed to be aware, and so I straightened up and flicked my tail in defiance of this mental exhaustion and prepared for the day. There was work to do.

Pants, shirt, white coat. The uniform of the day gave me strength. A return to routine made me feel like the fog was clearing from my mind. I stood before a closet while securing the collar of my coat before reaching in to grasp my cane. As my digits touched the smooth wood, I heard a crack loud enough to bring my eyes open wide. I turned quickly, the noise reminiscent of something being broken as it struck another object, but what concerned me the most was the small cry that had come alongside the crack.

Suddenly, I was standing in the center of the room, cane in one hand, clipboard in the other. Odd, I don't remember picking it up again, but I must have wanted to double-check my itinerary. Peering down I could see that I must have been exhausted because my handwriting looked dreadful.

"Remember to check subject #7."

I don't remember writing that, or even seeing it before, but now the text stood out as if it had been hiding just a few moments ago. Subject seven. That was the white rabbit by the name of Ruby. Amiable girl. A fairly nice sort that often asked a few too many questions for my liking, but she never did anything wrong. There were a few times that I thought I saw her sneaking into the bedroom of another subject, but a little intimacy in this environment could only be good to stave off any feelings of being trapped. That being said, there were incidents with her, weren't there? Yes, or no? My mind blurred again, the fog coming in as the buzzing of the lights became louder.

No. Ruby had been good the entire time. And with that answer, the noise and fog subsided long enough for me to set the clipboard down gingerly and get on with the day. I stepped out of my room and into the hall, the door shutting behind me with an echo. There weren't any signs of the other staff, but oftentimes there were days like this when research and paperwork took over the lives of my compatriots. I didn't want to become like that. I only wanted to help. Only wanted to help. I paused on that thought and looked around to see that I had made my way through the facility without realizing it. The door to Ruby's room sat in front of me, a solemn obelisk creating a closed window into a sterile landscape. Perhaps I should start taking that medication, or maybe I could have someone examine me. Call for a doctor if necessary. The stress of constantly working like this couldn't be healthy, and I needed to be healthy.

There was only one thing to do today, one single thing that I needed to check on, and for some reason, my heart and mind seemed to whisper that this was the most important thing of my week. No, perhaps the most important of my life. And yet, those thoughts were not my own, were they? I could hear them as if they were a voice in the corner of my vision begging for my attention, but I paid them no mind and simply labeled it a result of a stressful work condition. I needed to finish today in order to rest, in order to continue my work in a proper manner. I needed to check on Ruby.

I grasped the doorknob and found that, for some reason, I didn't want to open the door. My grip tightened, my eyes looking down at my hand coiling around the metal appendage as the whispers began to appear at the edge of existence again. Knocking. It was the polite thing to do, and obviously, my thoughts had stopped me from being a rude miscreant. I chuckled, a little harder than I had meant to, the sound echoing through the hall as I placed a hand on my chest to steady myself. Not that funny, not at all. I might've even disturbed someone with that raucous laughter. Composing myself, I brought a hand up to set my knuckles tapping against the sleek material of the door.

A few knocks, no answer. In typical polite company, one would step away and wait for another chance to see the owner of the room, but I am a doctor, and Ruby is a patient at this facility. If she was asleep then I could simply step out or check on her as gingerly as possible, and if she was just that busy focusing on something then I could apologize, but there was the smallest possibility that she could have either passed out or hurt herself. In these cases, bending the natural rules of everyday engagement seemed perfectly fine.

Spurred on by the thought of my patient possibly coming to some sort of harm, I grasped the doorknob, turning it before pushing it open slowly. Relief washed over me as I stepped inside and set my cane near the entrance. The white rabbit lay on the bed on her back, her eyes shut, her chest moving up and down slowly. She wore a sweater that stopped at her thighs and had forgone anything else, or even sheets to cover herself with. I made my way to the side of her bed and paused. In clawed digits I held my cane aloft, but what was I planning on doing? Nudging her awake? That would have been rude, and so I set the cane down again but this time behind the nightstand next to the bed.

I opened my mouth to wake Ruby from her slumber, but found that I kept entirely quiet. She seemed at peace and interrupting her would be a shame, at the same time, these checkups were important for the health of the subjects, and for the betterment of the research. I looked down at her and found that one of my hands had moved to touch her cheek. Warm, but not hot. It was important to check a patient's temperature, and a glancing touch would tell me if I needed to see numbers or not, even if I would check later just in case. I turned my hand over so the back of it brushed along her cheek and up to her forehead, my digits shivered as I felt through soft fur, and the trembling seemed to increase as I met the middle of her forehead.

After a moment or two, I tore my hand away, grasping my own wrist to try and steady my wriggling fingers. The bones popped and crackled, the feeling crawling as if the bones were trying to seep out the muscle. When I regain control of my own body again, I take my cane in hand if only to have something to hold onto, both hands on the hook. My eyes turn down toward Ruby again slumbering so peacefully. The cane in hand, her body lying there still except for a mild twitch here or there, it wasn't over. I shut my eyes for a second as the whispers crashed into me. They wormed through the air and dug into my ears, the skin beneath my fur prickling with pins and needles until it felt like I had touched a light socket with a metal kiss.

The cane clattered to the floor and my eyes opened. Sweat dripped from my brow onto Ruby's sweater. My claws were at her chest for some reason. They were shaking and trailing up to her neck but I kept them still once I had seen them. Involuntary action. Whispers in my ear. I needed a consultation, or perhaps to admit myself as a subject as well if this continued, but still, I had work to do. I could not become a subject as I would not be able to help, and I would not be able to do my job. Damnit. My digits gripped without meaning to and suddenly, I heard a muttering too real to be those odd hallucinations.

"I'm pretty flat, Doc. Sorry to say."

My hands were on her chest, at a patient's chest at quite an inappropriate moment. To avoid panic and concern, I brought my hands away and groped for an excuse, "Pardon the intrusion, I came to check on you, and well--"

Ruby sat up slowly with one knee drawn up, a small smile etched on her face as she pointed downward, "Your cane fell. Guess you had a little moment. And hey, not the worst thing I've woken up to considering I can see thanks to that weird experiment of yours."

"My cane." I muttered slowly before leaning down to pick it up. Both hands grasping onto it and pressing it to the floor for stability, I breathed out again, "Yes, sorry to say it seems that I'm slipping a little."

She tilted her head, a small frown on her face as she brought a hand out with a digit pointed toward him, "You feeling okay?"

The question brought an odd bubbling from deep within. It was humorous, the thought of a doctor needing to be checked on by his patient, but it wasn't that funny. Even still, a chuckle escaped my lips as I answered with a rumble, "Why, yes, or perhaps I suppose I should say no. I believe the workload is getting to me and I should take a break, but right now there is work to do and I am here to check on your condition. It was my one thing to do."

"Oh yeah, after my incident." She said, her voice echoing.

I blinked as the words shifted and vibrated through the air, "Incident?"

Ruby nodded slowly, "Yeah, have there been any incidents or problems with any of the tests? I mean, you're here checking on me so I'm a little nervous, gotta say."

Oh, I must have misheard her, and so I answered her gently, "No, not at all. We're still running tests just to make sure, but I just want to make sure everyone is okay. Your results have been miraculous, so a bit of double-checking is in order. Plus, social visits are good for morale around here. Can't be too serious all the time."

The small smile returned to her face, my heart warming in odd ways for some reason as she sniffed, "That social visit the real reason your hands were on my chest?" When I frowned deeply and opened my mouth in protest, she held up a digit in the air and chuckled, "I mean, I get it. We're all a little stir-crazy around here. Can't imagine it is any different around the staff. Honestly, I'm flattered."

Something seemed wrong. Ruby often visited other subjects, and I had witnessed her being amorous more than once, but it didn't seem right that she would just accept that type of attention from a doctor. At the same time, I've been talking with Ruby almost every day. I've tried my hardest to keep the emotional health of the subjects in mind alongside their bodily health. No, it wasn't her quiet teases and shy words full of hushed intimacy that bothered me, but something else. I looked at her and there was something in my body that told me to bite, to grab, to rip, and ruin. As soon as the realization had struck me, I felt the heat pouring into my body, that bubbling returning as an involuntary chuckling struck me. To keep face, I covered my mouth and turned away, my ears fanned backward as I tried to wrest control of my body and mind. It was something like anger, not lust, something like unbridled fury, and yet, it could not be called pure. There were other emotions and sensations swirling around that heat making me consider grasping her right now if I could just get a grip on this stupid laughter.

Phantom electricity grasped at my spine as soft digits touched my cheeks. The laughter that I had tried to contain immediately stopped as I slowly looked toward Ruby who had her hands on me, her words quiet and full of uncertainty, "Doc, you're scaring me here."

Scaring a patient wouldn't do. A haze entered my vision as I slipped into a routine, but broken by the odd warmth grasped her wrists and set them down on the bed while muttering, "Ruby, I'm sorry for my outbursts, but I'm afraid I can't keep myself from getting heated around you. If I stay here, you see, then I might make a mistake."

I let go of both of her hands solemnly as the last vestiges of resistance began to tear away from my mind, and as I stood up straight, everything blurred. Her voice became a twisted sound of static and odd frequencies, the moment passing naturally enough that I couldn't find it in myself to question what was happening.

"Do what you want...It sounds fun. Wait a minute" Her broken words appeared split apart by ripples in the air.

As I blinked, I tilted my head and peered at her while asking, "What was that?"

The world around me normalized, the static fading and the buzz of the lights above them serving as the only noise as she breathed out, "I uh, I said that if you really want to feel then you're free to."

So then, that was what the subject wanted, what they desired. It would have been easy to ignore those words and step out if it weren't for the fact that the stress from this place had seemingly been weighing on my mind far too much. Loneliness pulsed from my core as I felt, for some reason, that I would never get another chance. I peered into her eyes and noted that they were shaking, her cheeks flushed with spots of pink beneath the snow of her fur. Both of her hands were exactly where I had put them, but still, she looked so frightened, still she looked so vulnerable.

What an adorable reaction. I chuckled. I didn't stop myself or try to hide it, and it came softly enough that it didn't matter. My claws grasped onto her chest through the fabric of her sweater. She squeaked, and for a moment, I thought that she would bring her hands up in defense, but instead, she grimaced and shut her eyes tight. With her eyes closed, I couldn't help but grin, and grin, until it was wide enough that it hurt, and oh did it hurt so damn much. I had no clue why it hurt so much, but the pain didn't seem to matter so much with this little rabbit here inviting me to such a fun game.

A rip scratched through the air, a tear that shook everything. I suddenly found myself on the bed with my coat strewn about on the floor. My chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat had built in beads over my form. Ruby shook violently underneath me, the sweater she wore torn where her chest was. Perked nipples stood at attention through threads of fabric that remained in the way. With one claw I began peeling the sweater away as if Ruby were a gift for me. When the threads had been mostly cleared, I leaned down and planted my tongue along one of her nipples, dragging along through her soft fur and underneath where cool skin waited. The warmth of my tongue left a trail of spit along her chest, marking my path to her side and up to her neck where I found that I froze in time. A second of darkness fell over me as I thought of all the things that I could do to such a vulnerable creature at this very moment. The lights came on again and Ruby had her eyes closed again. I was standing by her bed. My cane had dropped to the floor already, and again that pesky sweater was in the way.

"I might as well go with the flow." I muttered with a little snicker, "Now then, what was I here to do?"

The whispers came, but a singular voice among them pierced the veil and remained as a solid inscription in my mind, "You were here to check on Ruby."

I smiled and smiled, that singular expression growing as I nodded, "That's right. I've done this many times before, but today is a little bit different."

"You should remove the sweater. It will help." Came the voice.

Whatever better sense I had seemed to have gone away, but I felt no terror in the fact that I could hear these voices so clearly now. Again, I let the cane fall to the floor and I reached down to grasp Ruby's chest. My claws dug in, and the material tore apart for me easily, Ruby waking with a start and a gasp. Her eyes peered down with clear recognition of what was happening, a good sign that the treatment was working as intended. Her cheeks were a blistering scarlet, her body shaking as I finished revealing the flat expanse of her chest.

Ruby opened her mouth, but froze again as I placed my hand on her chest and leaned in just a few inches from her mouth, "Relax. This is all part of a routine checkup."

The heat of her heart beating faster each second trailed up my fingers and into my body where festered. She opened her mouth again, her eyes widening as I clamped my maw over her lips. Her chest rose, but I pressed my claws to the skin and urged her to remain still while our lips melded together. For a moment, I thought she would bite, that she would thrash about and struggle. Maybe she was too shocked, or perhaps she wanted something like this. Our lips pressed and squeezed together, warmth and heat billowing from the action. Mouths parted, chuckles escaping from my mouth muffled as I dipped my tongue against her own and into her mouth. I felt her trembling digits at the back of my head as my tongue dug deep into her maw, as spit flowed from me to her, and as I felt her own clinging to me. Her fingers pressed before easing, squeezed before freezing, and it occurred to me that she might be having second thoughts and third thoughts to top things off.

When I pulled my lips away, I moved to plant pecks along her neck, the urge to bite down growing as I heard her voice breathing out, "Why? Why are you doing this? Won't someone notice? Is this really part of my treatment?"

"So many questions, so many little words that don't matter at all." My words flowed without permission, my eyes softening for a second as my lips continued to move, "Let's just have some fun before our time is up."

Again, she went to ask a question, but whatever she had to say came out as a little cry that sent shivers down my spine. That sound came as a result of my fangs pressing to her neck, the points sinking in just a bit. I could feel the warmth of her life more readily than I could with my hand on her chest, and I could feel her shaking more intimately. There was something silly about her reactions, something that seemed so utterly cute and interesting to me. I wanted more.

Despite that desire, I pulled away and began stripping. Coat off. Pants torn away along with the underwear. My heat, my desire throbbed against the cool air. Ruby's eyes were drawn toward it immediately, and I couldn't help but drink in her expression as I ran a finger along the top. She was visibly shaking, a bit of mist at the corners of her eyes, but her cheeks bright and rosy. Her hands finally began to move to grasp the remnants of her sweater as she sat up at the edge of the bed, her digits locking around the hem to tug it up and away. Frightened, concerned, uncertain, and perhaps even aroused? Were these the things that I could read in her expression? Either way, I wanted to see more.

Once her sweater had been tossed aside, I grasped the base of her ears and dragged her lips to the tip of my cock. My words were about to slip free full of lust and vigor before I heard her whisper and felt her digits resting at my thighs, "You've been so kind to me and the others. I'd always wondered if there was a way I could repay you."

And despite her shivering, despite her clenching fingers, her mouth opened wide. Her damp breath blew across my shaft, and though the invite was there, I found that I could not move. My grip tightened around the base of her ears, one of her eyes shutting in a wince. I kept on thinking, kept on passing the words through my mind, and found that I just didn't care. What mattered more to me were the little twitches in her expression, the shivering of her digits on my thighs. I had only stopped to stare at her, to look at every little detail of her face before I ruined it. With a free hand, I grasped my shaft to place it atop of her tongue, that wet heat engulfing my cock as I brought my hips forward. A sign of struggle appeared as I buried myself deep into her mouth bit by bit. Both of her hands clenched through the fur of my thighs and pushed, and pushed, but to no avail. My hips kept on moving forward until I felt her nose press against my crotch. I could hear her gagging.

There was something palatable about her struggles, something so cloyingly sweet about her expression. Both of her eyes opened only to shut again, a tear or two leaving a trail along her cheeks as she struggled to adjust to my shaft. The burning that I had felt pulsing deep inside of me only seemed to intensify as I yanked her ears to bring her mouth back. She sagged as if she expected me to bring her off of my dick, but I brought her back down with a sigh and a chuckle, her nose pressed to my crotch once more. I repeated this motion, and it served to fan the flames inside of me. After I started moving, the pressure of her hands against my thighs subsided, and her digits fell away as acceptance settled.

Everything darkened for a second, the lights flickering back on leading me into a new position. My body had drawn forward, my claws still gripping onto the base of her ears, but now my hips were jerking wildly to pound into her throat. Ruby had brought her hands onto my thighs again, but she didn't push and try to get away. The only sounds escaping her were the sloppy noises spilling from her mouth aided by my shaft gliding down her gullet. I could feel a pressure building in my gut letting me know release would soon come, and so I stopped to drink in the sweet bliss passing over me, the fur at the back of my neck bristling from the cold air meeting the heat of my body.

"A better use of your lips than all of those little questions." Purred the words from my lips before I added with a snicker, "Whatever you can think of right now does not matter. The treatment, what is happening right now, none of it matters. Take it in stride and just be a good girl. Okay?"

Ruby could only nod just a little bit, and for a moment I took the chance to peer down at her and really look at her state. Her nostrils flared on occasion, her chest rising and falling heavily, and her cheeks a mess of stains from fallen tears. I pulled out of her mouth slowly, grip on her ears remaining firm while I watched her gasp aloud. Pre-cum and drool fell from her lips onto the floor before she gulped in deep, one of her hands coming to her chest as if it would help steady her.

A steady realization had been creeping on me this entire time. I knew that this was not who I was, and yet, I didn't feel any sort of inclination to stop. I wanted to continue seeing more of her reactions until her broken-down state could no longer produce anything else. While she caught her breath, I took hold of my throbbing shaft and began to tug again, the warmth and pressure building again as a pleasant fog drifted over my mind. The arousal seemed to keep the strangeness out of my mind for a few seconds, as if it provided some sort of clarity despite that not being the case at all. Ruby seemed like she wanted to say something, but the situation seemed to have taken all the wind out of her, that, and her focus seemed to be on other things. Her eyes were glued to the movement of my hand on my shaft, her gaze peering up into mine as I stared down at her. How did I look, I wondered. Was she afraid of me right now, or did she find some sort of delight in the sharp grin that seemed fixed on my face as if I could not close my mouth?

"Something the matter? You seem a little bit frightened, should I stop? Should I perhaps apply a different type of treatment?" My words flowed as my mind fragmented from the nearing climax.

Ruby's eyes darted one way then the other, her mouth opening before she finally blurted out what she wanted to say as I prodded her cheek with the tip of my cock, "I just-- I just didn't expect you to be so forward, so rough. There's something about you smiling like that. You've been nothing but kind to all of us here, but I feel scared, I feel excited, and I don't know why. My mind feels so fuzzy right now."

Confirmation of fear brought a rush of excitement through me rather than trepidation, grin widening until it hurt in such a sweet manner. I could feel the laughter building inside of me, my mouth opening wide to let out a groan that ended in a sighing chuckle, a chuckle that slipped into tittering laughter as I yanked her ears in delight. She squeaked and seemed to think that I wanted her to open her mouth to prepare for the finale, but no, I just wanted to yank on something, I just needed to feel some sort of reality in my grasp. My laughing had ceased as the first of my load spilled from my cock sending a heated lance bouncing through my body. I doubled over, grunting as I held onto Ruby's ears firmly. At first, I made sure to aim for her face rather than her open mouth, but afterward, I let it all spill out onto her tongue, thrusting forward to push my cock into her maw in the hopes that she would swallow it all.

My mind had become blanketed in bright white, all other thoughts burned away and in a moment of clarity, I felt sweet guilt. I cherished that guilt because it meant that in some way, somewhere inside of myself I still existed, but it did not last. Guilt fell away leaving a cascade of blissful pleasure as I pulled my cock from her lips, letting my shaft throb along her tongue before popping it out. I took a step back to let Ruby have a little room to breathe and show me her reactions. She coughed and held an arm to her mouth, but when she pulled it away I could see that she had swallowed every drop dutifully. She looked up at me with such a lovely haze in her half-mooned eyes, her body trembling. My desires still remained, my hunger had not been sated. The lights seemed to flicker again, but I didn't need that anymore, I didn't need to close my eyes again as I took my next step.

Ruby crossed her legs at the ankles, her head tilting as she muttered, "Guessing once was enough for you, right?"

A small smile stretched at the corner of her mouth as she leaned back. I couldn't tell if she was inviting me or not, but I leaned down to grasp her ankles and spread them apart while rumbling, "I think not."

"H-hey now." She said before her legs were yanked up by my touch and her back met the bed. Slowly, she pushed herself up on her hand as she breathed out, "You're really gonna do this? No condom too?"

As if to punctuate the reality of the situation, I tore through the waist of her panties with a claw and tossed aside the tatters. For a moment, I stood up to full height as best as I could while looking down at her. Ruby had a slender form with a chest that barely had any definition to it at all, and my hunger rose all the same as I took in the little curves of her hips, the shape of her body etched into my mind, but what really teased the giggling beast within was her expression. Her eyes darted from between my legs to my face, before shuddering away from my gaze. She still breathed in and out as if she needed to catch her breath, and the smile on her face twitched on occasion, twisting and growing crooked while the gears in her head turned.

"You know." I muttered while ignoring what she had said, "I guess I could reward you for showing me such a cute expression."

When she tilted her head, I brought myself down to my knees while keeping a hold on her legs, my mouth meeting the top of her fuzzy crotch to let my tongue drag along the surface. My prize came in the form of her voice coming out with a yelp, a leg slipping from my grasp. She kicked my shoulder lightly and planted her foot there, but didn't apply further pressure, instead uttering a quiet apology that turned shaky as my tongue moved down and over her slit. Bitter and sweet slid along my tongue as I lapped away at her arousal in long motions. I teased and tempted her sounds to keep on coming out, playing the gentle lover for now as my desires began to harden again. What I wanted was to see her expressions shifting, to see her crooked smile again breaking apart bit by bit, but what I couldn't figure out was why I wanted it that way. Why did I so crave to see her broken down and whimpering? Why did I want to gnash and bite upon her neck? Something felt different about every part of my body including my mind but I could not understand it. Did the medication affect those around them as well, I had made sure to keep away from it, but thinking about it now, had I been exposed in some sort of way? Even if I had, it would only mean that the experiment had been a success. I felt fine. Everyone seemed fine. And my body felt better than ever.

Thinking on it, I could probably pick Ruby up and fuck her against the wall, I could do anything I wanted. Ruby's reactions had shifted to squeaks, to sighs, and to held down grunts as her hands were placed atop my head. It felt as though she were trying to decide between pushing me away, or pulling me closer. I couldn't help but feel the corners of my mouth rising as I continued my steady pace, my tongue leaving trails of dripping arousal and drool on her cunt. No more waiting. No more being sweet. No more taking my time with this cute little farce.

I grabbed onto her wrists, seizing them together in one grip while rising. Her foot remained on my shoulder as her back hit the bed again sending a creaking through the room. Her eyes were wide as she peered up at me, her lips trembling as she opened her mouth to utter words that sailed far away from my understanding. I took hold of my shaft with my other hand, gripping gingerly while feeling along the heat still sticky with her spit. I placed the tip against her crotch, bringing it down until it was level with the pink of her cunt. Slowly, I pressed forward while staring down at her. Both of her arms were raised by my touch at her wrist still, her chest shaking, her breaths coming out ragged, and the pupils of her eyes trembling. In those eyes, I saw stars and shapes, whispers and flames, but I only laughed. I couldn't help it, I laughed and laughed until her mouth opened to ask me what was so funny. I clamped my mouth shut and pushed one last time.

The tip entered her shallows and her words became a scrambled heap. I leaned in to drink in the sound of her voice spilling forth, stopping just a second to whisper, "What was that? Couldn't quite understand you."

That lovely shivering that seemed so permanently present in her form paused for a second as her eyes narrowed, cheeks flushed brightly as she cracked, "You would've understood just fine if you took it easy with your stupid--"

Ah, what wonderful irritation, what lovely scorn slipping from her lips. Never a truer emotion given, never a lovelier gift, and so I interrupted her again by rewarding her. I shoved in once hard causing her to gasp aloud, and again to nearly root myself inside of her causing her foot at my shoulder to kick once, then again just a bit harder, but that didn't stop me. My hips began to move, began to pull back only to jerk forward in a steady rhythm that picked up speed with every thrust. Ruby's toes curled, her fingers looped in and her wrists strained against my grasp. She bit down on her bottom lip and shut her eyes tight, her chest thrust out while she let out a pathetic little moan. Whatever noise she gave me, whatever sound she uttered, my hips responded by pounding in just a bit harder. I found myself drooling over her, my body growing sore from standing for too long, but my desire carrying me through as I used all of my strength to fuck her.

Words dripped from my lips like the voice of a cruel stranger, deep and hollow and suddenly very serious, "Struggle and push all you want, feel free to keep kicking too, it'll just encourage me more. I want to see you like this, want to see you writhing and struggling. Just know, in the end, I won't pull out."

Ruby's eyes opened wide, her body shaking as a crooked smile stretched across her face, her gaze glued to mine, "You're joking, right?"

I returned the smile with a grin of my own, my movements stopping for just a second as I uttered in a chipper intonation, "Yup! I'd really rather you stopped kicking my shoulder. I'm getting old, after all."

Her smile turned into a small dot, no words escaping her as I continued my rampage. That little trick had brought a bubbling through my system that had me chuckling, and yet I did not laugh aloud as I typically did, instead I leaned in to drink in the betrayal in her expression. My tongue trailed along her mouth before I forced a deep kiss, her body tensing all at once, her insides tightening around my throbbing shaft as I continued to stretch her wide. Mouth to mouth, her lips parted slowly to let my tongue in as I took everything I wanted from her. Her body, her voice, her little reactions. All of it belonged to me, under my control and desire, but still, I found that those internal thoughts of mine did not match. I knew they didn't for a fact, but that only encouraged me to keep on thrusting out of pure fury. I knew something was wrong, but I had no control over it. Now that my thoughts had turned to that incorrect nature in the air, the voices began again with their whispers and mutters, their chuckles and sighs as if begging for me to stop for five seconds and just enjoy what was happening. And so I did.

My hips continued thrusting. My mouth continued drinking in the embrace of mouth to mouth. And the pressure began to build anew in my gut. Ruby's struggling had slowed, had nearly ceased, her eyes hanging like half-moons bright in the sky ready to give in. I pulled my mouth away to watch the clear lines connecting our mouths part and split, her open mouth letting out a heated sigh before she gulped in fresh air again. So much of the facility was sterile, clean as could be, but now I could catch the scent of life in this room burning. Soap and sweat, salty and sweet, bitter and rich like coffee and tea fused together. I kept on thrusting, kept on pounding, the sound playing a bigger part in my pleasure than the scents. Her insides were being stretched apart, the heat clinging around my shaft tightening with every movement. Every movement my hips connected with her thighs creating a loud slap that continued at a rapid pace. Ruby had hung her head low and was panting, a few groans and whimpers escaping her while I sealed her fate. I rooted myself as deep as I could as I felt the swelling begin, as I felt the base of my shaft begging for that sweet connection. I held my hips to her thighs, I growled as I leaned over her and grasped onto her wrists with both of my hands. My claws dug into her skin, the world becoming aflame and alight with white and red all at once. Hot cum flowed from the tip of my shaft, my dick bouncing inside of her as I painted her, as I marked her insides.

I pulled back, yanking free of her insides while breathing out to the air. Sharp pain engulfed my ears and head, but I didn't seem to care. I peered toward Ruby who sat at the edge of the bed with her legs drawn up, her toes splayed out, and her head slowly rising as her eyes opened full of red hues and black lines like corrupted static, "Again?"

Her question came as she placed her digits at her mound, spreading herself for me so I could see the white dripping from the pink of her insides. The pain came sharper still and my mouth opened wide in a snarl, a sharp sound like a radio being crushed beneath shattering glass echoing in my mind. I shut my eyes and opened again, and all at once, it stopped.

I stood to the side of Ruby's bed with my cane in both hands, my body fully clothed, sweat trailing down my neck, chest rising and falling slowly. Ruby lay on her bed fully clothed, and yet, there were marks on her wrists. My hand reached out toward her neck, digits crackling. Instead of grasping her neck, I touched her cheek with shaking fingers, my eyes peering down at her head. This needed to stop. Hah, but what could I hope to do? Everything had gone wrong, everything was wrong, and none of the subjects deserved a shred of it. Filbert was wrong. Ace was dependable, but strange. Nothing was right. And as for Red? Red was the fool, but not to worry. There were still things that I could do even if I was a fool, even if my mistakes were strewn before me.

For once since waking, my mind felt clear as if a path had opened between the laughter and whispers, as if the haze had lifted in just a few places allowing me to make a decision. I know what I wanted to do, and what I had to do. I could only hope that Ruby would forget me, would forget this place in due time, and perhaps there was one other. But how many times would it take before they could leave? How many times would it take before everything that I was disappeared?

As I stepped out of her room, I chuckled. It didn't matter. It didn't matter at all, and as the walls began to decay, as the sound of my cane tapping on the floor of the facility echoed aloud, I decided that I would help until I could make at least one or two things right. And then, who cared? Certainly not I.