{"sf1_id":838390,"sf2_id":"Rnog3dyn","title":"Working for BSI -1","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5515,"posted_at":"2015-03-25T22:04:00.000Z","tags":["Bull","GELF","Human","Pumapard","Ram","Tiger","Tigress","margay"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/838390-working-for-bsi-1","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rnog3dyn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4f/68/4f686d01-e5ae-4791-9f21-a93e464385f9","description":"#9 of BSI\n\nProduct testing for (fictional) Biological Synthetics Incorporated is a job for hard men...","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Working for Biological Synthetics Corp. 2011-0805.0314\n\n\u0026nbsp; Tom Warner was the junior partner in Biological Synthetics Incorporated.   \nHe still is, and will be for a few decades; he has no intention of leaving   \nsuch a lucrative business. Even if his senior partner Mark Harris tried to   \nbuy him out.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Mark has no intention of trying that. He may be a few years older, and it   \nwas his dream to make synthetic organic blood, but it was Tom's connections   \nthat made the technology possible.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Now a decade after incorporation. BSI had used DNA recombination to make   \nblood plasma and red and white cells; then whole organs. They had no antigens   \nso nobody would reject them. It was no longer necessary for medical staff to   \nconsider blood type and matching; BSI products were universal donors.\n\n\u0026nbsp; In fact they worked on humans and animals. Remember that animal transplants   \nwork because their proteins are too different; BSI product have none. They   \njust go in and work.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Humans loved em. No waiting for transplants, no anti-rejection drugs for   \nthe rest of their lives, no infection or disease from compromised immune   \nsystems. Docs loved em too, just take out the diseased organs and put in   \nnew BSI ones. Fully organic so they work the same except they're better,   \nstronger, faster.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Zoos loved the animal versions. No longer did conservationists like the   \nInternational Union for Conservation of Nature have to worry about ranking   \nspecies as 'Least Concern', 'Near Threatened', 'Vulnerable', 'Endangered',   \n'Critically Endangered' or 'Extinct in the Wild'. Just get DNA samples from   \nas many animals as possible, an extension of existing tagging or radio-  \ncollaring programs.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Then in a BSI lab, sequence just the part of the DNA that was different   \nfrom other animals. Use the taxonomic hierarchy to discover the few percent   \nof the whole DNA that changes. Now you can churn out copies of endangered   \nspecies, synthetic maybe but fully organic, totally real, totally indis-  \ntinguishable from the natural ones!\n\n\u0026nbsp; Except the labs checked what differed among individuals of the same species.   \nIt used to be that cheetahs were vulnerable endangered species because of a   \ngenetic bottleneck that made all cheetahs in the world virtually identical.   \nIf you moved a tissue sample from one cheetah in the wild to another in a   \nzoo, it wouldn't be rejected.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The zoo cheetah couldn't tell the difference. That was bad because any   \ndiseases in the wild would kill zoo cheetahs as well. That's why they were   \nso in danger of extinction.\n\n\u0026nbsp; That is, they were until Mark and Tom, and BSI. Now there're thousands of   \nthe fastest land mammal in the world zooming around at over sixty miles an   \nhour at a sprint, beating the stuffing out of antelopes. That doesn't en-  \ndanger the antelope species, because they're BSI products too.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; One day Tom decided to look around at another branch of the company, that   \nmade animal-human DNA hybrids. They were human enough to walk nearly upright   \nand understand commands, animal enough to have no civil rights. And they were   \nBSI synthetics, not natural beasts, so they had no animal-abuse protection   \neither. The worst of both worlds, I suppose.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Tom went to the Carnivorous Mammal House, the building that housed cat-like   \nand dog-like DNA mixes in kennels like dumb animals. In the Feliformia wing,   \nhe went to the Felidae section. It was kinda like a big zoo, except that his   \ncompany made these mixes. He stopped at one of the PumaPard cages.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She was quite obviously female, a fine specimen of adolescent. She was on   \nher knees as she was trained, her legs wide for balance and her furry breasts   \nbouncing merrily as she breathed. As a DNA mix, she wore no clothes, just the   \nfur and leather collar.\n\n\u0026nbsp; All the DNA mixes in this compound were Recom Level Four Generation Two. A   \nPumaPard is a cross between a Cougar and a Leopard, and Tom stopped his tour   \nto admire her light cream fur with dark almost-rosettes. She looked like a   \nfurry human woman with a cat head.\n\n\u0026nbsp; And like a dumb animal, it was perfectly natural for her to wear just the   \nfur. It curved over her luscious body from her long digitigrade hind paws to   \nher low forehead and short muzzle. Except her pale green-amber eyes and pink   \nnose, and of course her palms.\n\n\u0026nbsp; What would have been a human's hands had short fingers with retractable   \nclaws. Like all mixes she'd been taught quite severely never to use them   \non a human. Her collar held a nametag, and Tom read the name Sally.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Greetings, Master\", Sally's voice purred. All humans were Master or   \nMistress to every mix. Like all mixes, she had a little trouble fully   \nvoicing the G, T, and R sounds, but they were there. And like all felines,   \nSally rather hummed the R, NG, M and S. It was obviously not a human   \nvoice but perfectly intelligible.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Greetings, Sally\", Tom replied. Sally had ducked her head in respect as   \nhe walked up, and raised it to level to acknowledge her name. She was ready   \nto obey. \"Let me pet you\", Tom said as he put his hand through the bars.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Yes, Master\", Sally replied and ducked her head. As she was trained, she   \nmoved her torso a little forward to give Master easy access to her. Tom liked   \nthe way her folded knees let her rest her furry rump on her extended ankles.   \nSally had learned to enjoy a Master's hand petting the top of her head, and   \nTom rubbed behind her ears.\n\n\u0026nbsp; There was a distinct purr from the PumaPard Sally. She'd been made on   \ncontract with a man who wanted a domestic servant and housekeeper, and he'd   \npaid for the entertainment package as well. Sally wasn't specifically a sex   \nslave as so many mixes were. Just human enough to be fun in bed, always be   \nsubmissive, and never get a headache.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; Despite Sally's DNA from big wild felines, she was perfectly tame and the   \nsize of a human woman. Her fur swelled over her hips and the luscious curves   \nof her very human breasts, hiding the nipples unless she was specifically   \nexcited by a man's direct fondling. Her Owner would most definitely enjoy   \nSally's C-size, supported by the sinews and muscles in her designer body.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Tom had rather a soft spot in his heart for felines. He liked their soft   \nfur and short snouts, curved to his hand. He knew Mark rather preferred   \ncanines with their long snouts, and particularly the vulpines' narrow   \nones. Each to his own, they say.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally kept purring, louder than a house cat. Her throat was built so she   \ncould vibrate breathing in or out, and she wanted the touch of a Master's   \nhand, so she purred on the intake and softly begged for more. Tom was wil-  \nling to indulge her as his fingers felt down her head and under her jaw.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She liked it a lot, because she'd been made that way. All mixes were   \n'quick-grown', continuing the rapid body development started in the 'wet-  \ntank' artificial womb. They only took two years to grow up as much as a   \nhuman at sixteen. because people wouldn't wait that long for a product.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The R4G2 mixes were grown fairly generically, their minds never developed   \nas much as a human. They'd be 'mentally challenged' all their lives, made so   \non purpose so they'd be too dumb to get bored while being totally obedient,   \nor reason their way from being essentially slaves.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The R4G1s weren't even that bright, just barely had language skills. Once   \nfinally trained, they'd be low- or no-skill labor such as maids. The mixes   \nmade as pets were even dumber, almost like dumb animals except they knew   \nhow to use a toilet.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally's mind would never develop. Instead her masters trained her mind   \nwith a refinement of Pavlov's dog training. The rewards and punishments   \nwere administered through tiny wires permanently embedded in her brain.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Actually, the mix brain was grown around a matrix of wires. When hooked   \nto an external computer, the focused series of shocks would condition the   \nmix quickly, thoroughly and totally inescapably. The resulting forced neural   \nconnections were even stronger and longer-lasting than dumb animal instincts.\n\n\u0026nbsp; No mix could evade its forced training any more than it could grow an extra   \nhead. The brain was shocked even in the wet-tank to force it to work the body;   \nand the Mix Mind Bender as it was called would be used as the mix grew up to   \nforce-feed its brain whatever submissive demands humans chose to impose.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally PumaPard was totally obedient and submissive. The image of the man   \nwho'd paid to have her DNA mixed and grown into a sexy femfur slave had been   \nquite literally burned into her brain. She'd unquestioningly do whatever he   \ncommanded unless it meant hurting another human.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She could never purposely kill a Master or Mistress, or allow a human to   \nbe hurt. She'd obey any human unless a command conflicted with that. She'd   \nkeep herself from harm unless it conflicted with the first two conditions.\n\n\u0026nbsp; That meant she'd purposely kill herself or let herself be killed if it   \nwould directly protect a human. She'd respond to a direct threat by putting   \nherself in the way of a human, even if he ordered her away, if it meant   \nprotecting someone.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She wasn't nearly bright enough to see the potential for misuse of her   \nforced conditioning. An evil human could make her hurt herself or lie,   \ncheat or steal just by threatening a human's life. Even his own.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Some of the brighter mixes had been trained to intervene, just to prevent   \nsuch misuse. A dead mix can't commit crimes or give false testimony. And   \nthe rules would let a mix hit a human, even hurt him, if it protected his   \nlife. Usually this just meant acting like a guard dog for the blind, not   \nletting him or her cross a street or tumble down stairs.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally wasn't bright enough to ponder any of this. She'd just react at the   \ntime. Right now she was on her knees nude in a cage letting Tom Warner pet   \nher. He was fondling her a lot more, and a lot more meaningfully, than he   \npetted his coal-black American Shorthair mixbreed at home.\n\n\u0026nbsp; And Sally enjoyed the attention. She was perfectly aware his human male   \nbody scent was changing, so he liked what he was doing. He ordered the   \nPumaPard close, and she scooted obediently right up to the cage bars,   \neven slipping her wide-spread knees through to squeeze closer. She knew   \nwhat men wanted next.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Although she was only as old as a human at fifteen her body had gone   \nthrough puberty, scaring the helpless furtoy with bleeding until the vet   \nhad taken her aside and explained it. Sally didn't really know what kittens   \nwere or how they occurred, but the vet told her it was like the very young   \nmixes she'd seen brought to her kennel.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Her body was grown up enough now that a trainer took Sally to see a wet-  \ntank, and she ooh'ed and aah'd at the mixes growing in the fluid. Kittens   \nwere like the little feline mixes she saw, and her body was getting ready   \nto make them naturally inside her.\n\n\u0026nbsp; That seemed quite disgusting to the young female PumaPard. Why do that   \ninside when it was easier, cleaner and safer to do it in a wet-tank? Sally   \nbegged her Master Vet not to make her make kittens, and he laughed at her   \nand said she didn't quite have the right parts.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally was actually quite relieved, and her tears seemed quite human. It   \nwas strange to see them form on her furry cat face. She begged to ask, \"If   \nI don't have the right parts, why is my body bleeding?\" It was a serious   \nquestion, and it meant that the young femfur had some reasoning ability.\n\n\u0026nbsp; But of course the answer was that the seed mix that made Sally a PumaPard   \nmade her female, PumaPards were felines, and females made kittens. There   \nwas a way to stop the bleeding, and Sally was an early model so it could   \nbe fixed before the next batch.\n\n\u0026nbsp; In the meantime, the humans had to wait for her body to grow up, because   \nthe changes of puberty made her an adult and she wouldn't be useful to her   \nowner if they were stopped too soon. So Sally had to be content with the   \nthings that were shaped like males and gave her pleasure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; Tom Warner was petting Sally PumaPard through the bars of her cage, and   \nSally was purring her enjoyment. She'd been made so she sensed he liked   \nwhat he was doing to her, so she liked it too. She knew that some mixes   \nhad hanging parts and others had bulges as she did.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She was dimly aware she wanted to see Tom's body. All of him, because he   \nwas male, like her Owner. She wanted him to touch her, caress her, cage   \nand restrain her, because she'd been made that way. She wanted to obey Tom,   \nalthough she wasn't bright enough to know him, just his scent, because he'd   \ncome here to pet her before.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She also wasn't bright enough to worry that he sometimes petted Anna, the   \nLiger in the next cage to the left, or Janine the somekitty to the right.   \nAnna was a hybrid of male Lion and female Tiger, but Sally didn't need to   \nknow that, so she didn't.\n\n\u0026nbsp; And she had no clue that Janine was a feline mutt, stuffed so full of   \npieces from different feline species her life was shortened by DNA con-  \nflicts that should never have gotten past the KawaSuki AutoSynth control   \nprotocols.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Just because the International Union for Conservation of Nature had listed   \nsome of Janine's donor species 'Critically Endangered' or even 'Extinct in   \nthe Wild', BioSyn's squints had stuffed the DNA together just to see if it'd   \nwork. These guys spent their working lives staring into microscopes or   \ndisplay screens, and wouldn't know a real live animal if one trampled them.\n\n\u0026nbsp; None of the mixes knew any of this; even if they were told, it was so far   \nabove their limited minds they'd never remember. The products were domestic   \nservants and pleasure slaves, paid for mostly by rich bored men to indulge   \ntheir sexual fetishes.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sure, there were some men who bought males; and nobody judged, if they   \nwanted to keep their jobs. And some women bought females for sex, but mostly   \njust as companions, like pets who could cook and clean, and walk and talk.   \nMore often the women bought males trained for the same duties, but also for,   \ner, personal relaxation. Again, no employees judged, they just asked so they   \ncould force the desired behavior on the helpless fur slaves who were just   \nproducts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally PumaPard wasn't two years old yet, but she was old enough that her   \nbody wanted to be close to Masters. Soon enough she'd be sold, and be cargo   \nto go to her Owner's home outside the USA. He'd want her close then.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally wanted Master Owner to pet her, hold her, hug her. She'd learned   \nabout fondling, and her R4G2 mix mind was weak enough she didn't connect   \nher submissive feelings with what humans knew as lust. She didn't have   \nthat feeling, just a need to please. Any human, any way they commanded.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Tom Warner had commanded Sally, so she was on her knees in her cage and   \nhe petted her. She wanted it and begged for more, because her forced mind   \nmade her want his pleasure. His scent drove her training.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Tom liked catgirls. He'd started out reading translated Japanese fantasies   \nand surfing the Internet, and the fanboys wanted sex. Especially the ones   \nwho wrote about kidnapping women and forcing drugs on them to turn them into   \nrandy cat/girl mixtures.\n\n\u0026nbsp; But those dummies just dreamed about it, had no idea how to do it. Tom and   \nMark had figured it out, made the DNA changes and made products like Sally   \nwho didn't really know what sex meant but had the bodies for it, and weren't   \nreally bright enough to become emotional hazards.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally PumaPard wanted more. She deeply wanted Master Owner to explore her   \nwarm furry body, let her give Him pleasure, everything He commanded, anything   \nHe desired. She was trained to scent his desires and fulfill them. Tom was   \nthe dominant male, and although her regular Guards were stronger and power-  \nfully male, she was with Tom.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Actually some humans had medical needs they satisfied with DNA transplants   \nfrom BSI Medical. They could even become Fursons, humans modified with syn-  \nthetic animal DNA to become better, stronger, faster. By law the treatments   \nhad to change a human's appearance so athletic organisations could tell they   \nweren't pure humans.\n\n\u0026nbsp; One of the Guards Sally particularly wanted to fondle her had been enhanced   \nwith Ram DNA, among others. He'd wanted to be, ahem, more of a man. BSI had   \nused Bull DNA on other men, but there were problems with increased aggression   \nthat would probably be useful in the military but not in civilian life.\n\n\u0026nbsp; As an aside, Biological Synthetics Incorporated had been greatly funded by   \nthe US Department of Defense. Their Advanced Research Projects Agency had   \nfueled the communications advances that eventually became the Internet. BSI  \nwas sure the Commies were working with DNA Enhancement as well as all the   \ntwo-bit dictators of the world.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Some of the new Advanced Soldiers were already making life difficult for   \nnarco-traffickers. Elephant strength, Bull aggression, Tiger nastiness. The   \nAS's were tough to kill, tough to blackmail, tough to outwit. They'd been   \ngung-ho Rambo types even before the DNA treatments made them Captain America   \nnightmares.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The problem was they didn't care for the subtleties of New Age law enforce-  \nment. It was tough even for their commanders to keep them from rushing in   \nand blowing a place to hell, whoever was there. Collateral damage, they call   \nit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; Yer probably wondering what the bloody bleep any of this has to do with   \nTom Warner fondling sally PumaPard. Well, as I said, she liked a Ram Furson   \nbecause he was careful not to hurt her but tough enough to enjoy the rough   \nstuff the young PumaPard had learned to enjoy.\n\n\u0026nbsp; With most men, Sally had to be very careful to keep her claws sheathed,   \neven during wild sex, because she was enhanced and she could kill if she   \nwasn't. But with Ralph, she could be her wild cat self, because he could   \ncatch her wrists and ankles.\n\n\u0026nbsp; As a matter of fact, Ralph had been training Sally the night before,   \nand he really liked the larger kitty mixes, because he didn't enjoy self-  \nrestraint either. A roll in the hay it's called, but it was more like a   \nknock-down wrestlefest, and Sally had really enjoyed the male. Repeatedly.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Wally the Bull Furson had been fooling around the Tigress kennel, doing   \nstuff to Alison and Edith all three liked. Their batch of /Panthera/ had   \nbeen overdone; they liked it rough, and no mere Mark One Mod Zero human   \ncould keep it up with them.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Harry the Horse had joined Wally, and he was big. Hung like a horse, of   \ncourse. Harry'd been pretty big as a human, but he always figgered there's   \nno such thing as too much, so he went and had his stamina increased as well.\n\n\u0026nbsp; What the big Bull and Horse did to the chained and caged Tigresses made   \nthe company newsletter. \"The story is true, the names are changed.\" Of   \ncourse nobody cared about Alison or Edith, because DNA mixes aren't allowed   \nmodesty. But they had big silly grins on their muzzles for days afterward.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally PumaPard had lain awake in her cage listening to the Tigresses roar   \ntheir pleasure and she wanted some herself. Just cause she was only fifteen   \nshouldn't stop her. She begged Tom to chain her and lead her to a private   \nroom, and Tom was willing to try her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; It wasn't really a chore for Ralph, Wally or Harry to test the DNA hybrids.   \nThey were made not very bright, so humans taught them they were 'seed mixes'.   \nThe guards were told by Mark and Tom that forcing themselves on mixes wasn't   \ncalled rape. Men were quite willing to sidestep responsibility, and male mixes   \nhad to be tested too.\n\n\u0026nbsp; It was, er, quality control. Sure, that was it. Since mixes weren't human,   \nthere were no legal problems using their willing furry warmth, and mixes   \nweren't animals so no moral problems either. Just chain the beast down for   \na M1M0's safety.\n\n\u0026nbsp; They'd been mind-shocked if they reacted with anger like a trapped animal.   \nThe mix tameness was burned into them, but they \\*were\\* beasts, careful of the   \nclaws and teeth. Sally PumaPard was quite capable of crunching a man's bones,   \nand during wild sex her claws would express and she'd forget to be careful.\n\n\u0026nbsp; So Tom had to do all the thinking. It was an annoying consequence of the   \nmaster/slave relationship, one they were quite careful to put in the legal   \ndisclaimers. \"The beast you are about to purchase speaks and obeys, but she's  \nstill an animal. Cage her, chain her, restrain her\".\n\n\u0026nbsp; And of course all the R4G2s were mentally bent so they'd actually enjoy it.   \nFemales would become quite aroused pulling against chains. Dogs were well-  \nknown for being aggressive to strangers, tame for Owners. Wolves were nastier,   \npoking strangers and gripping them with bared fangs. Remember a mix can hurt   \na human to protect his owner.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Remember I said Mark Harris liked canids, particularly vulpines. There were   \nseveral vixens he tested, and they pleased him by pulling against their collar   \nchains. You may enjoy the image of a naked woman chained to your bed, with fur   \nall over, a sexy bushy tail pounding helplessly and her pointy snout held open   \nfor you by a strong muzzle.\n\n\u0026nbsp; What Tom liked was ordering the cats to obey the leash, hobbling their long   \ndigitigrade ankles, and chaining their wrists behind their backs under their   \ntails. The chained males would display their sheaths willingly because mixes   \nwere made that way.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The females' upthrust breasts received his hands eagerly. Tom ordered Sally   \nto kneel to his leash and tied her neck to the horizontal cage doorway. She   \ncould not rise from her knees. Sally PumaPard obediently tilted forward to   \nraise her ankles off the cage straw and folded her hindpaws to present her-  \nself to her day-master Tom.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The man accepted her gift. He'd brought a lightweight whip to the kennel,   \nand tickled her exposed heels lightly. Her helpless body and feeble attempt   \nto escape amused him. He touched her near shoulder and she quieted. Tom slid   \nthe whip down her body, not as a threat that he had the right to inflict pain,   \nbut as a guide.\n\n\u0026nbsp; He was testing the femfur's training after all, and she was punished if she   \nforgot to obey words, but also if she forgot the guidance of the leather on   \nher warm fur. She knew what he wanted, and slowly moved her arms from her   \nthighs where she knelt. She wasn't reluctant, because she was afraid of the   \nwhip, but she also knew better than to move quickly to startle her master.\n\n\u0026nbsp; As Sally moved her forepaws around her hips, Tom ordered her to raise her   \nropelike tail and guided her to cross her wrists under it. The PumaPard   \ngiggled softly as she exposed her sex to her day-master who used a plastic   \nwire tie to hold her wrists together. He liked seeing females show them-  \nselves.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Tom had every right to mount the slave right then and there to test her   \ntraining. None of the other mixes would mind either. The guards frequently   \ntested them, even the males, and didn't mind mixes watching if they were   \nquiet.\n\n\u0026nbsp; He curled her tail over her back and tied her tailtip to her slave collar.   \nSally was very attentive and wanted him to use her, but she knew his weight   \non her tail would hurt. She tried to raise her rump invitingly, and Tom saw   \nher pink puffiness.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sally had of course noticed her own scent. Anna's Liger snout popped out,   \nbut she was too big to get her whole head out to watch. Janine slid hers out   \nto the right of Sally's cage, and greeted Tom softly. He was willing to unlock   \nthe feeding slot, which was big enough for Anna's head, if she did something   \nfor his head first.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Anna was totally willing to pleasure Tom, any way he commanded. The big   \ntame sex toy female willingly licked Tom, keeping her sharp fangs away from   \nhis manhood. Sally was disappointed her day-master left her tied on her knees,   \nbut she couldn't be jealous. After all Anna needed to serve men too.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; It was rather a lot of work for a standard human to keep up with three hot   \nmix femfurs. Anna enjoyed her reward, keeping her mouth open for the entire   \ngift, and accepted Tom petting her ears. Then he turned and waved at Janine,   \nwalked over and ordered her to clean him. She loved his male scent and fluid.\n\n\u0026nbsp; It was rather cruel to start the females but not finish them, and Tom was   \ngetting older. It was hard for him to satisfy one kitty, and he used the   \nhand tool to ask the guards over to help. Ralph the Ram Furson was on duty   \nthat day.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The guy was horny. I mean he had literal horns put in his head in addition   \nto the thick forehead. The resemblance to Pan was intentional, and his mates   \nhad given him one of those multiple-tube flute things for a joke. His curly   \nfur was a bit of a bother to clean, so he had the felines lick it.\n\n\u0026nbsp; As Ralph strode over, his hooves clicked on the stone floor and woke up   \none of the Chrome Collar slaves. The Margay male was in fact gay, because   \nthe man who'd paid to have him mixed and seeded was. It didn't change the   \nfact that Mark Seventeen was the oldest mix in the kennel.\n\n\u0026nbsp; He woke up and knelt quietly in his cage with his legs spread as he'd   \nbeen taught almost a year ago, when he'd been taken from the wet tank. He'd   \nlearned quickly enough that a whip hurt, and he could only avoid it by obey-  \ning Humans, learning Duty and teaching younger mixes.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Mark Seventeen had enjoyed the older mixes training him for sex in the   \nshowers. Soon he helped train others and keep them skilled. He rubbed the   \nfemales as well, exploring their differences with an increasingly skilled   \ntongue.\n\n\u0026nbsp; It was that tongue Ralph had tested. The Margay was tame and quite eager   \nto please. Ralph took several seconds to rub him in places the mix was built   \nto enjoy, then left the disappointed and unfulfilled male who didn't know   \nthe big Human words anyway.\n\n\u0026nbsp; The scent of male and female arousal had begun to awaken the other three   \nChromes, and some of the older Leathers stirred. They were all too well   \ntrained to make noise which would anger the Masters. Two younger Guards   \nentered the kennel to take the Chromes aside and test them. Their scent   \nadded to the general ambiance.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Meanwhile Ralph had moseyed up to Anna's cage and rubbed her. Not just her   \nhead. Female R4G2s have very humanlike breasts and they need them handled.   \nRalph chose to satisfy the Liger's need as she knelt nude and put her fore-  \npaws on the cage bars. She leaned back, displaying her body to the Master.\n\n\u0026nbsp; As his strong male scent washed away her limited mind she moaned softly.   \nThe Liger fem really was hot and needful, and Ralph made a note with his   \nhand to have the kennel's sex rations increased. He tied Anna's wrists to   \nthe cold steel bars and unlocked her cage.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Then Ralph did Ram things with the needful Liger.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp; While the kennel guards tested the Chromes one of the Bull Fursons wandered   \nin. Where Ralph had cloven hooves, Derek's single ones made a different click   \nfor the chromes to learn to identify. Mixes were used to using their animal   \nsenses of smell and hearing, and it took some training for them to use their   \nlimited minds to connect sight with scent with hearing with which Human to   \nobey.\n\n\u0026nbsp; While Ralph was Ramming Anna, Derek tied Janine's front paws to her cage   \nfront and opened her. Well, the cage door first, then the mixed kitty. Her   \nmultiple DNA donors hadn't all been female /Panthera/ and her need for sex   \nhad been below what her Owner wanted, so she was boosted.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Now Janine was one of the few mixes who could realise what her body compel-  \nled her to need, and was able to beg for sex. Other mixes knew they needed   \nHuman attention, and the females' ovaries would lie heated inside them. They   \neven knew they were satisfied when they were used.\n\n\u0026nbsp; So male and female mixes could learn to beg to be used, because they remem-  \nbered the satisfaction from training. Janine had known what she needed even   \nbefore First Sex Training, and as a mix she had no modesty or inhibitions in   \ncrouching down and presenting herself.\n\n\u0026nbsp; But the silly kitty hadn't known which Humans could scratch her itch. She   \nannoyed the women Guards of her kennel, and her Trainers with her behaviour.   \nNow in her kennel cage with Derek, she could be wild and enjoy his hard Bull-  \nhood in her mouth or between her legs. Repeatedly.\n\n\u0026nbsp; And the Furson was male enough to keep up with her. Tom Warner was just a   \nM1M0 and although he was in charge he really couldn't satisfy even one mix   \nfemale. As I said, this batch of /Panthera/ had cooked too long and was   \nunusually needful.\n\n\u0026nbsp; So Tom warmed the PumaPard up and watched Harry clop in to hoof the female.   \nHe'd also arranged for some of the stronger employees to have a turn, and of   \ncourse it was simply training, so ladies visited too. If yer a prude or naive   \nya prolly think only the ladies used the male mixes.\n\n\u0026nbsp; To be perfectly frank, Mark Seventeen preferred the males himself. Being   \ntied down to a rubbing table and done roughly was fun, and his visitor today   \nwas a repeat from Intake.\n\n\u0026nbsp; William Harris was only distantly related to BSI senior partner Mark Harris.   \nAs such he got no special treatment, but he did know more than most employees   \nabout injecting wild animals with the company's goo that made them sleep while   \npieces were cut off to do DNA analysis.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Wil wasn't the head of Intake and he liked it that way. He wanted to get   \nahead on his own knowledge. At the moment he was tying Mark Seventeen down   \non a pad on top of the First Chrome's cage, to put him at a height convenient   \nfor the Master to explore the nude Margay.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Mark was First Chrome, the kennel's mix leader, because he was almost six-  \nteen months old and had two more until he Grew Up enough to be as old as a   \nHuman at sixteen years. Like all Felids, his penis had barbs at the end stiff   \nenough to pleasure the ladies but soft enough not to hurt.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Unlike animal cats, he had a short sheath that hid most of his pleasure   \norgan until it was wanted. And like all mixes, it faced forward from his   \ngroin to fit human women. His testicles were nice and large, and hung like   \na human man's, except Mark's off-white underside fur continued past his   \nscrotum and halfway down his thighs.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Male mixes have a baculum to keep them aimed for a human's entertainment.   \nEven if the animal they're mixed from doesn't. But while the Canidae have   \nactual bone, the Felidae have cartilage so they're more flexible. It was   \nthis flexibility that Wil Harris wanted to test.\n\n\u0026nbsp; With sex acts in the cages and shower room, Wil used Mark Seventeen. It   \nwould be called violation if it was done to humans, but it was just training   \nmixes. Their minds were wired to accept it and beg for more. Mark had begun   \nto purr softly when Ralph the Ram Furson had tested his tongue, but whimpered   \nsoftly when the Master had left him for Anna Liger.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"BSI","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/574189-biolab-2.json"}}