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Ivan held the glass at mid-sip, eyebrow cocked. "So, you want me to mate with her?" Fucking for the good of the company, he thought. Wonder if I can put that on my resume.

The squirrel wagged her finger at him. "Now, now, don't think it will be all fun and games, Mr. Frankel. I'll need you to perform when I ask and how I ask. Failure to do so will constitute a breach of contract..."

...meaning that Ivan would be stripped of his credentials and promptly tossed into a Redshirt battalion where he would be first in line to get wasted by the latest Hero of the Day. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He couldn't even refuse now. His pawprint on those contracts that he didn't bother reading stated his consent fully.

"You don't need to worry about any missed time on the docks, by the way. The hours you spend here will count at overtime. With that, are you ready to meet my experiment?"

There was no backing out of it now. At the wolf's nod, Dr. Twitter opened a drawer, taking out a bell and what looked like a plastic wristband. "I am most certain you will find her pleasing, but I need the evidence on record, so I'll need to put this sensor on you. Your paw, please?"

The wristband looked like a regular green hospital ID band, with two odd little black cones sticking out . Each cone was about a big around as a pencil eraser and about an inch high.

Dr. Twitter then rang the bell twice and waited. The "Authorized Personnel Only" door slid open and out emerged a vision. That was the only way Ivan could describe it, if he could talk at the moment.

A white lop rabbit doe walked slowly and carefully into the main lab, her eyes cast downwards, paws at her back. Her scarlet hair flowed down her back from a high ponytail and framed her pretty face, two front falls stretching down to nearly cover the swell of her generous chest. Said chest was barely contained by a purple sheath dress with twin splits ending just where her sloping hips began. The dress was tight, clinging to her tiny waist. Ivan's wolfhood began to stir just from the sight of her. "Not all fun and games", Dr. Twitter had said. He certainly begged to differ.

"Give us a twirl, Seraph," the scientist gently ordered once the bunny stopped at her side. "Show him the view from the back."

Now that she was close enough to touch, Ivan could smell her subtle musk. His eyes remained locked as she turned around revealing a third split in the dress, one starting at her soft tail, just like the one in Dr. Twitter's lab coat. This one, however, revealed that she wore nothing underneath, giving a slight peek of her plump rear.

"Beep! Beep!" Something in Dr. Twitter's pocket went off, beeping until reached in and pulled out a pager like device. "Well, I take it that you really do like her. Your state of arousal is quite high!"

"What?" Ivan blurted out, never looking away from "Seraph's" luscious body. She turned back around to face him, looking up at him with half lidded eyes as green as leaves.

"My meter here gauges your arousal by your pulse. Crude, but I didn't think you were ready for me to place a sensor around your sheath yet. Seraph, dear, this is Mr. Ivan Frankl. You'll be a good girl for him and I'm sure you'll be well rewarded, understand?"

Seraph wiggled her hips and smiled brightly. A tiny ding emitted from the meter, almost so soft that it nearly was drowned out by the increasing beeps.

"Good girl," Dr. Twitter replied, parting the nearest split, showing off the bunny's cunt. Seraph's scent increased, coming directly the fuzzy swollen lips. The beeps were even louder, making Dr. Twitter laugh. "My goodness, Mr. Frankl. By all means, touch her."

Ivan adjusted his growing length in his suddenly too tight pants. The scent was driving him inane with want. He wondered for a second if that drink really did have something in it to make him suddenly act like a horny teenager about to blow his load. But at the squirrel's invivation, all other thoughts were pushed aside.

Seraph spread her legs as Ivan reached between them, his fingers parting her warm lips and rubbing between them. She was soaking wet and his touch drew a cute whimper..

"Every ready she is," Dr. Twitter said proudly as Seraph began to writhe on Ivan's paw. "See? Even her nipples are hard..." She grabbed a cloth covered nub and squeezed, making the bunny squeal. "Ever willing, too. She just doesn't feel right unless her body's being used, right dear?"

"Yes..yes ma'am," Seraph gasped, her voice pretty and high . "More, please, Mr. Frankl..."

Biting back an answering groan, Ivan moved his fingers faster, finding her clit and tapping it furiously. It had been a while since he'd been with a female, but instincts don't die easy. He found a hard object seemly stuck within her folds, and touching it more made her tremble to the point that he quickly wrapped his other arm around her to keep her from falling. "What's this thing?" he asked out loud.

"Oh, you found her sensor," Dr. Twitter replied, releasing Seraph's nippled and sitting on the desk proper, pushing a button on the meter to quiet the now frantic beeps and dings. "I fashioned it after a common clitoral hood piercing."

Seraph leaned forward, clutching Ivan's shirt, burying her face into his chest. Her hips moved faster and faster as she groaned louder and louder until with a sharp scream, her knees buckled and Ivan's paw was bathed in warm juice as she shuddered and came. That beautiful sight sent Ivan right to peak of his arousal, his cock now full swollen to point of pain in his pants. He had to have this girl, and now.

Dr. Twitter clapped her hands "Ah, I guessed the two of you would get along well. Now, if you would just take that into the experimental room to finish, dear. I prefer you not make a mess of the main lab, please."

The bunny was still rubbing her sodden cunt against Ivan's paw, whimpering. Hungry green eyes blinked up at him as she cupped his trapped wolfhood.

"Lead the way, beautiful," he gasped.

She stepped back, grabbing his damp paw and pulling him forward, leading him through the personnel door and down a dark hall. She took her time, holding his paw to her muzzle and lapping each finger clean.

Luckily the trip was not long, for Ivan was sorely tempted to take her right there in the hall. Her room was dimly lit and bare save for a large round bed that Seraph was alright sinking down upon. White fur contrasted with black sheets, red hair surrounding her head like an aura, graceful dancer's legs parted. Ivan's mouth began to water at the buffet literally spread out before him, and he was more than eager to taste her.

Dropping to his knees, Ivan grabbed her exposed thighs, pulling her tiny body towards his muzzle. The purple cloth was roughly moved aside before he ran his tongue over her quivering folds. They both groaned at the same time, Ivan's mind reeling at how wonderful she tasted and how greed he was for more.

He explored every inch of her, licking her sensor piercing, nippling lightly at her outer lips, tonguing her hole before pushing a finger inside. Even that didn't prevent him from getting soaked with each loud screaming orgasm she had. Seraph grabbed his dark gray hair, gripping it tightly and keeping his muzzle there for what seemed like hours as he got his fill of sweet bunny cunt.

Ivan unzipped his pants as he feasted, releasing his cock from its prison. The tip was leaking so much pre that it soaked the front of his underwear. With much regret, he pulled away from between her thighs. She groaned in disappointment until Ivan stood, giving her an eyeful of his thick arousal, standing proud and hard. Her expression changed to one of delight, licking her lips as she sat up and crawled to the foot of the bed. "Oh, may I, Mr. Frankl...please..."

"Oh God, yes..." A shudder ripped through Ivan's body the moment her tongue touched his burning flesh. Her eyes closed solemnly as she slipped the tip into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth. Soft bunny hands joined in, stroking his heavy sacs and the thick knot just at the base. Not sure were to put his paw, and not wanting to gag the girl by grabbing her head, Ivan reached down, pulling down the top of her dress, setting her bountiful breasts free to sway as she moved. He grabbed her nipples, each as big around as a dime and pulled, pinched, squeezed. Her answering moan vibrated around his member and he swore he was going to lose it. She was taking more and more of his length down her well trained throat until her cute little pink nose was bumping against his knot.

He pushes her off his shaft, holding the base tightly to keep from shooting at the sight of her half dressed, ample chest heaving, hair mussed, and her scent over powering.

"Fuck me..." she whispered. "Fuck me...Fuck me..." Like a dirty little chant, she repeated her request as she scooted back, pulling the dress down her waist and off her legs. She then rolled over on all fours, thighs spread wide and little tail twitching over a tight rosebud tailhole and glistening cunny, offering it all to him. "Fuck me....please!"

It was a request that Ivan couldn't deny if he tried. Pants and underwear were quickly kicked off as he climbed onto the bed behind her. Parting her cuntlips with one paw, he guided the head of his cock inside, easily sliding insider her wetness. Seraph churred and pushed back, taking him in as he watched her greedy little cunt take all of his tool in one tight go. He growled, withdrawing and snapping his hips forward, enjoying the warmth around him and the wanton cry in his ears.

He noticed something move ahead of them, a mirror on the back wall that he didn't see before. It reflected the hot scene, Seraph below him, bucking her body to meet his pounding thrusts, her eyes closed and mouth open, groaning, gasping, pleading. And behind her, Ivan dug his paws into her soft hips, muscles flexing as he worked his fat knot inside, until with a pop, they where locked tightly together.

Ivan then leaned forward, roughly grabbing Seraph's tits. He watched them grind against each other, Seraph now screaming as he tormented her nipples. Her inner walls rippled with another powerful orgasm, giving him exactly what his cock craved to reach completion Howling, arching his back, Ivan emptied his seed deep into her womb, shuddering with every spurt...

"Now, I'll need to to return in two days time for your next session." Dr. Twitter informed Ivan as soon as he stepped out of the shower room. "She'll need to be put through her paces a lot before the delivery in three weeks."

The scientist had sent Seraph away to the bunny's personal quarters as soon as they were able to move. To Ivan she offered use of the shower to get cleaned up. The whole affair went from passionate to clinical real quick, with Dr. Twitter asking him a lot of questions about Seraph's "performance" as he cleaned off their mingled juices out of his fur.

Ivan felt a little strange leaving the Mad Scientist's Hall. Part of what little conscience he had left (he did work for a company called Evil Empire, Inc., after all), nagged at him. He wasn't sure if it was because he was activity participating in sexual trafficking, or how he was going to explain his participation to Joseph. They were both bi and not exactly monogamous, but it had been nearly a year since either one had gotten any outside play. Raiding the bars for new recruits was getting old and they stopped long ago.

He checked his watch: four a.m. Only two hours to go before his shift at the dock was over. Dr. Twitter told him that he wasn't required to show up for his shifts after their sessions, but he suddenly felt the urge to do some serious manual labor. Then he'll worry about Joseph. Perhaps after that, he'd considering worrying about the red haired lapine that just rocked his world.