{"sf1_id":574189,"sf2_id":"YnLW75Rm","title":"BioLab 2","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":3293,"posted_at":"2013-08-09T04:04:00.000Z","tags":["Chimera","Fantasy","Female","Fox","Human","Male","Mild Bondage","Series","Slavery"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/574189-biolab-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLW75Rm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a8/84/a884814a-b79f-4626-8d78-ee2776fa12f0","description":"#8 of BSI\n\nJust some fluffiness occurring before BioHist. A lady bio-engineer tests a fluffy foxboy to relax.","content":" BioLab 1 - 2009-0731.2341  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \nTechLog, BioSyn Lab 4, Friday January 5, 2007  \n2007`0105F1008 Head of Research. Dr. Thomson  \n  \nMelissa Thomson looked over the Recom order list. She worked  \nfor Biological Synthetics Incorporated in Butte Montana USA, and the  \nnext customer was one Alysa Benton. She didn't really care who it was,  \nand skipped over the 'Bill To' and 'Ship To' sections. That was for  \nthe accounting and shipping departments.  \n  \nMel sighed. Why the heck did Mark One Mod Zero humans bother  \nwith all this, frankly, crap? She didn't need this info, in fact it  \nblocked her from getting to what mattered, so it was stupid to bother!  \nJust 'BentonA' to keep tabs, or better yet, some serial number for  \nthe customer's order.  \n  \nAnother M1M0 who saw the product catalog and just thought it  \nwould be cool to have one. What Mel needed was the environment and  \npsych reports, because customers never thought it through, never really  \nknew what they wanted, even those smart-asses who thought they did. OK,  \nBentonA wanted a domestic servant and pleasure slave. That meant R4G2.  \nWhy not look in the catalog, however those humans did it, and just copy  \ndown the product numerical code? Just what mattered, and not bother her  \nwith the rest!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; BentonA; domsrv pl sl. What species? Gender? Size? Color?  \nCustomer was vague, that's what the questionnaire was for. Turns  \nout, first-time cust. Kinda small, drab. Oh, male pl sl, liked dogs but  \nwanted a bit more, um, self-care. No slave handling experience, not  \neven friends' beasts. OK, fox, smallest dog genus. Said drab, but liked  \ncolor/decoration in home furnishings. So a Red Fox, but which, American  \nor European? Americans were rarer, smaller. Cust had traveled, might  \nappreciate Vulpes fulva. Brown with a little red, drab but with color.  \n  \nThis was what they paid Mel for, translating customers' vague  \nnotions into reality, making their dreams come true. BentonA would get  \na male American Red Fox mix with russet hair and fur; he'd be shorter  \nand thinner than his owner, easy to handle. But Recom level 4's were  \nstronger and faster than humans, better hearing, eyesight, olfactories  \nand reactions. They'd grow it for her, ask her back to see it in the  \n'wet tank' artificial womb, get her approval. It'd see her, know her as  \nits owner. Then they'd train it, him actually, to serve publicly and  \nprivately. Take another year and a half for it to grow up to sixteen  \nhuman years and be delivered.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; OK, Hot!Tech, time to work! Mel liked the computer's command  \ninterface, only two-year-olds point to things. Real people use words!  \n!EX OfcDsk BentonA.wpf\\\u003c- meant here's a command! execute program  \nOfcDsk, the Office Suite, on Word Processor file BentonA. You don't have  \nto frikkin point to damn pictures, didn't mean anything anyway, just a  \ndamn software company sticking its name up your face everytime you  \nwant something!  \n  \nWhy would anyone CARE what company made a tool?! I wanna put  \nup a picture on the office wall, I get a hammer, I don't care if it's a  \nStanley, or Craftsman, or any of that crap! But people buy computers  \njust 'cause it's got colorful pictures on it! That doesn't mean it'll  \ndo what YOU want, only people who didn't know what they were doing  \nanyway would let some damn TOOL lead them by the hand!  \n  \nAlt-I-S. Hey, word-processor tool, Insert a Scan. Put the order  \nform face-down on the glass, close lid, press green start button, order  \nform image appears in WP window. Don't need any stupid Scan Manager  \nOptions window, if I wanted options I'd damn well tell you before I  \nsay Start! I'll say when I'm done, edit image, remove form lines, just  \nthe facts. Just text, a few words, don't need to keep all the pixels  \nin an image!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The customer should've just done this herself. Just gimme the  \nfacts! Copy WP text to DNA control; use one tool then the other, much  \neasier than expecting one tool to do everything! The HTOS lets many  \nusers do many tasks with many common and special tools, don't need a  \nGUI. In tech talk, that's Multi-User, Multi-Tasking, Multi-Threaded.  \n  \nDNA Control. Directories, you use 'em when you visit a client  \ncompany's building, says what suite they're in; use the same terms with  \na computer! Tell the app what DNA strands to make, GroupAKA Mammal  \nmeant Animalia Eumetazoa Chordata Vertebrata Gnathostomata Mammalia  \nPlacentae, GO! While the 'Synths cooked, more specific Carnivora  \nCanidae Vulpes fulva. Actually the DNA Control app was opening DNA  \n'cookbook' files at each level, adding more codes to the double helix,  \nmaking genes and chromosomes which would produce not a synthetic animal  \n(which was a fun product in itself!) but a hybrid with enough human DNA  \nso the R4G2 domestic servant and pleasure slave would talk and walk  \nupright, enough intelligence to know what its owner commanded, not  \nenough for it to rebel.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Everyone knows that human DNA is the same as GroupAKA Mammal  \nanyway. Just Primates Hominidae Homo Sapiens, we've got the ridiculous  \npride to call ourselves 'Wise Men'! Ha, men aren't even 'Aware' half  \nthe time! Labs One and Two were just different parts of the same room,  \nand the computer network shared the 'cookbook' files to make Placental  \nMammals. Lab One just made human blood plasma and insulin, the most  \nprimitive proteins. That didn't mean they were low-class, far from it,  \nBioSyn made a good basic profit margin on keeping injured and sick  \npeople alive!  \n  \nLab Two made whole organs to replace diseased or damaged ones.  \nAlso for what Mel called 'makeovers'; people wanted better eyes or ears  \nand paid BioSyn plenty. Mel herself had needed them, a drunk driver had  \ncrashed into her car five years ago and nearly decapitated her! Body  \nsmashed, arms and legs shattered, pelvis, ribs, spine, skull. She was  \nbarely alive when the EMTs got her out of the burning wreck. BioSyn had  \ngiven her her life back, rebuilt her, new body made her better than  \nshe'd been, stronger, faster. But still completely human, Mark One Mod  \nOne.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Lab Three made complete artificial people but brains were tough  \nto get right, so many connections! Recom Level Three Generation One AKA  \nMark Two humans. Freaked everybody out, even Mel, looked exactly like  \npeople but barely enough mind to walk, never mind talk. They acted like  \nRoger Corman zombies, staggering around with blank eyes, just the cry  \nof 'Brains! Brains!' to complete the horror-movie look. But it was  \nreal! Mel had watched BioSyn stock go below floor level until all the  \nR3G1s were rounded up and destroyed.  \n  \nThen the hospitals started screaming, they needed BioSyn blood  \nand organs to stay in business! BioSyn Mark Two rose like a phoenix  \nfrom the ashes, made R1 and R2 products, then R3G2 DNA mixes. Laborers  \nand Guards, talked like idiot humans and walked almost upright, but fur  \nand heads like animals. R4G1 unskilled workers like the maid Alexa  \nCatGirl, R4G2 servants like Red Fourteen.  \n  \nOK, the DNA Control app had finished the sequence for BentonA's  \nfoxtoy. Mel's specs so far, species and fur color, expected duty groups  \nmade it use DNA Line K, the eleventh one defined. Variant N, the  \nfourteenth variant. And trial forty-seven, that's how many American Red  \nFox mixes BioSyn had tried to make so far. OK, not all of them worked  \nout, but no technology's perfect. The computer showed the DNA sequence  \ncoding: KvN47. Just for completeness, it asked for a name for this  \nparticular slave. Mel was never very imaginative, so she just saw it  \nwas a boy fox, saw the letters and numbers and typed in a name --  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kevin FoxBoy Four Seven.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nTechLog, BioSyn Lab 4, Friday January 5, 2007  \n2007`0105F1115 Head of Research. Dr. Thomson  \n  \nOK, DNA sequence mostly done, up to Placental Mammal. While the  \nAutoSynths cooked, modify to Vulpes fulva. The 'Synths would add that  \nto their soup. Natural DNA was different in each species, made that way  \nby a Supreme Being or Beings if you were metaphysical, evolved over  \nbillions of years if you weren't. Mel was in the middle, things seemed  \nto exist but new things emerged, so they got created somehow. So there  \nmust be a Creator, mightier than she was as she directed the 'Synths.  \n  \nA nonhuman Creator, making humans lesser beings. Mel was OK  \nwith being less, made according to such a Being's will. The Creator's  \nplan for humans, His image of them, not of Himself. Religions seemed  \nto be dominated by men, so the Creator was 'He'. Made in His image for  \nthem. Such a Being wouldn't be limited to human lifespan, so a 'short  \ntime' for Him could well be several billion orbits of the little blue-  \ngreen planet around its Sun!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Or maybe Melissa Thomson was committing the worst kind of  \nblasphemy, daring to compare her command of the DNA AutoSynths to make  \nR4G2 slaves to the Almighty's plan for His Universe. Maybe it was an  \nevil servant of His that made humans with free will, able to think  \nthat way.  \n  \nIn either case, Melissa could change only her little piece  \nof the Universe, called BioSyn Lab 4. The 'Synths cooked their fulva,  \nlike a restaurant chef makes his dishes for all tastes, then seasons  \neach serving as the guest says. Mel seasoned BentonA's foxtoy, adding  \nlimited brain, just some beast instincts, fear of something New so it  \nwouldn't run away, especially fear of pain. Fear the whip, boy!  \n  \nShe'd done the same to the European Red Fox trial 14. Messed up  \nhis mind so he'd think being treated as a beast slave was normal! Make  \nhim NEED to please human masters, feel bad and then sick and dizzy, too  \nweak to fight, until he begged to submit his foxflesh to the whip, to  \nthe fear, to their command. Red Fourteen wouldn't understand now if  \nMel told him the truth, and she had no intention of trying.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mel could control KvN47's DNA, make its body and brain but not  \nits mind. That had to be done the slow way, training it in the wet-tank  \nand over the next 18 months. BentonA would just have to wait, two years  \nfrom seeding to delivery, because the beasts were 'quick-grown' to be  \nas old as a human at sixteen when delivered. BioSyn had a machine that  \ncould force desired neuron connections and break others, but it had  \nbeen tried and failed to brainwash humans because their brains are too  \ncomplex.  \n  \nThe Mind Bender would work on humans only as a learning tool,  \nlike speed reading. Humans had better recall than real reading, but it  \nwas far from perfect, and humans with 'photographic' memory had trouble  \nbecause pictures were almost impossible to copy. We still don't know  \nenough about where and how humans store memories, to figure out what  \nto look at and store.  \n  \nYou couldn't force someone to remember for the Mind Bender; it  \nonly worked for conscious memories, not just whatever he had in there.  \nYou could try to trick him with something similar, like a smell could  \nmake you recall a situation, but it was fleeting, like a dream. It was  \neven more suspect than regression hypnosis, not accepted in a court of  \nlaw because it was vague and the operator could lead you into false  \nmemories.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The USA had tried to use the Bender to interrogate suspected  \nterrorists. Oh, yeah, they could beat someone to death or electrically  \ntorture his sensitive parts, and then force someone else to suffer the  \nsame, but the feelings were severely muted, even when some sadist CIA  \nguy amped the feed up until the suspect lost consciousness. And even  \nthen it was like being forced to watch someone else get tortured, not  \nyourself, and the emotional impact faded quickly, more like watching  \na movie. Was anyone ever forced to confess just by watching TV, such  \nas seeing Jack Bauer in '24'?  \n  \nBioSyn used the Bender on every mix at first but found it  \nkilled them! It took awhile to figure out mixes' minds were simpler,  \nso the Mind Bender had lasting emotional impact, brain trauma really,  \nthat actually stopped the mind while it made memory! The beastminds  \ncouldn't stop to make memory and still function. Even if you just  \nused it for a few seconds and then let the beast recover, it would  \nkeep shaking until its mind calmed down.  \n  \nSure, the memory would last, almost perfect. What the beast  \ncould absorb at all, it kept; everything else just went past like a  \nhurricane in its mind. Even if you didn't kill the beast outright its  \nmind might never recover, and it would stay in the hurricane, forever.  \nThey tried pumping in videogames and animated training, but the beast-  \nminds couldn't cope, couldn't tell it wasn't real! The Bender worked  \ntoo well, they believed the videogame, and reacted later as if they  \nwere really being chased by zombies or vampires or werewolves! Ever  \nseen the video for Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'? What if you couldn't  \ntell it was fake?!  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Dancing zombies scare the bejeezus out of little kids, mixes  \nreact even more so. Kids lose a few nights' sleep, mixes just go nuts.  \nUnable to function, minds frozen due to intense fear. You could try to  \nuse the Bender again, but how do you set it, what memories do you try  \nto erase? Where are they?  \n  \nMaybe, if you could read a mix's mind, save it all like a  \ncomputer Full Backup, then Mind Bend it, then read and save again, you  \ncould figure out what changed when the mix experienced the Bending. Or  \nif it reacted badly, MAYBE you could just put back what was there  \nbefore. But organics were way too complex, storing memory not in  \ndiscrete chunks a machine could find, but in the connections BETWEEN  \nthe organic parts, the neurons. And parts of the same memory changed  \nwidely spaced different parts of the brain, while very different  \nmemories seemed to change the same parts again!  \n  \nThe best Mel and BioSyn could come up with was making a mix's  \nmind go thru an experience quickly and learn on its own, like taking a  \nroller-coaster ride and remembering everything you saw, heard, smelled,  \nand felt the entire ride! No wonder the poor things were shaking when  \nit was done. Get a human to volunteer to do something, record his mind,  \njust the surface stuff remember. Then put it in a mix, poof! Train that  \nbeast! The Mind Bender couldn't actually cause or break neuron connec-  \ntion, just force a mixmind to experience something and do it.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; KvN47's DNA would take awhile to cook up to fulva, replicate,  \nbecome genes and chromosomes. Then a full helix ready for ovoimplant in  \na fake egg, in a fake womb, to stew six months into a fake fox-human  \nhybrid body with a fake mind, and get born into a life of slavery. Mel  \ncontrolled it, did that make her a faker, or a fakir, or what? Some-  \ntimes Mel's mind wandered when she wasn't focused, and Red Fourteen  \nhad been licking her ankles because he scented she wasn't pleased,  \nand that unfocused her.  \n  \nOr maybe he was trying to get her focused on something else.  \nHe'd seen her busy typing at the DNA Synth Control app, then lapse into  \nnot moving, and he couldn't understand the idea of contemplation. Maybe  \nhis'an Owner needed some fun, the kind an R4G2 pleasure slave could  \ngive Her? He was trained to sense Her needs and desires, it was just a  \nPavlovian response, not initiative on his part. Mel had some time now,  \nand Red HAD been a Good Boy, waiting for her all this time. His furry  \nknees had to be getting sore, even though he knelt on a thick soft rug.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The back room, Red? The one with the cot? Mel told him to Stay,  \nthen got up and stretched. She did need a short break. Mel pulled the  \nloop on Red's leash where it was tied to her chair, ordered him up, and  \nwinced as she heard Red's knees pop when he stood to follow her. She  \nforgot the sadist had hurt his bones to make him scream himself hoarse,  \nand he still walked a bit stiff. Sorry, Red, I made you hurt and I'm  \nnot angry; a kind Mistress wouldn't do that, she'd have you lie down  \nand stretch first. Come with me now. Still sore, Red followed her  \nsubmissively, front paws at his sides and snout down.  \n  \nRed Fourteen knew the way to the back room cot very well, and  \nMel still hadn't told him to say everything he'd been doing over the  \nweekend, just what he'd done to obey Duty. She didn't tell him to  \nspeak, so he walked silently, padding two steps back and to Her right,  \nwhere She could grab him and force him down if She wanted. He didn't  \ntell Her he'd been exploring Alexa the maid Catgirl in there. Or that  \nshe'd explored him as well. Just some unauthorized training.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Red also knew how his'an Owner liked to relax by sitting on  \nhim. She ordered her slave foxboy to the cot, he lay on his back, and  \nshe chained him. The black leather collar and cuffs he wore looked good  \non his red fur, and she spread his front paws wide apart along the cot  \nover his head to the pawcuffs on the wall. She pushed him around a  \nlittle, spread his back paws to the pawcuffs in the corners of the cot,  \nand stood back to watch her naked slave foxboy, his training showing  \nalready, struggling weakly at his chains to please her that she con-  \ntrolled him. He even whimpered a little, a game she taught him, not  \nfear but ... desire.  \n  \nMel decided she'd tweak the next slaves that way, make them  \nchain themselves and whimper for their Master or Mistress, beg for  \nword they had pleased the Humans. She looked at Red, stretched out  \nto her whim, naked and ... tasty-looking. She somehow thought of her  \nhuman boyfriend at home ... naked and bound ... made to serve her  \npleasure. Get a grip, girl. This is just a beast here, just to relieve  \ntension, no emotions involved.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; But what about the tail? Like all Foxes, this mix had a big  \nbushy tail, kept fluffy with cleaning and combing. It looked big, but  \nit was almost all fur, Red's sacral vertebrae increased in number to  \nmake a thin rope of flexible bone. Smaller and shorter than a HouseDog,  \nmuch less than a Wolf, maybe one-and-a-half, two feet, another foot of  \nlong fur at the end making such a luxurious tail Mel loved to pet it,  \npet the foxy beast it was hooked to ...  \n  \nMel had made Fox slaves like Red Fourteen to please Mistresses,  \nand BioSyn's psychologists really knew their stuff. Mel knew her work  \nwasn't cheap, and it sure showed. Mel had made this beast herself, and  \nshe could hardly keep her hands off the thing! OK, it wasn't her hands  \nshe wanted to use with Red ...  \n  \nShe was out of chains, so Mel used what she had at hand, so  \nto speak. She got undressed and used her bra to tie Red's tail to the  \nframe at the foot of the cot. He got excited when she 'accidentally'  \nbrushed it over his tailtip! Mel liked Red hot and bothered, and ready  \nfor her touch. She made mixes so their tails were sensitive to touch,  \nespecially underneath near the base, and she took advantage of Red,  \nhis need to please her, and his chained helplessness.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mel Thompson was testing the BioSyn product, and he passed.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"BSI","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/564945-biolab-1.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/838390-working-for-bsi-1.json"}}