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Amid the usual hustle and bustle of the Wildfire Labs corridors, the tall black ram in the starched white lab coat stood just outside the main flow of traffic, consulted his clipboard yet again, not quite believing what was on his schedule today. He'd been warned by his superiors at the facility not to make jokes about a "full plate" with quite such abandon, but he could hardly resist, especially seeing the list of subjects who he was supposed to supervise and take notes on. With any luck whatsoever, he would have a roaring erection for the entire day and well into the night, unless he was able to do something about it (discreetly, of course - mustn't disrupt the data collection, hah hah). He was maahing softly over the list when the clipboard was taken suddenly from out of his forepaws.

"Sorry, Zeryx, wrong assignment," the older bear said, adjusting his glasses. "You've been selected for a special detail today. It's an experiment from Special Branch, something in the quantities arena, as we try to determine just how hungry certain of our subjects... er, guests can be. I wanted my best ram on this one. You've got more attention to detail than most of our technicians." The bear paused, blinked, and started to chuckle. "Attention to de tail. Yes. Yes. Amusing. Anyway, carry on." He handed a second clipboard to Zeryx and went on his way, mumbling and chuckling at what was, almost certainly, the best joke he'd crack all day. Or all week, knowing him.

The ram sighed as he looked at the sheet. One subject. Just one. Hardly looking to be a day full of much more than a quickie (sometimes spelled "quiche" in the labs... another brilliant joke from the Admins, no doubt). A forepaw reached up to stroke a rounded horn gently, an action that he'd always used to help calm and relax himself. Well, he supposed, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if... It was then that he paused and looked at the sheet again. The assignment was to take place in Lab 8, which of course was spelled "Ate," but regardless of poor joke, it was one of the largest exploration labs in the facility. Padded walls, Plexiglass flooring for under-body cameras, more telemetry monitoring systems than NASA... Generally, nothing short of an orgy ("smorgasbord") took place there. So maybe there was something to this idea after all. With a renewed energy, the ram's hooves clopped quickly down the various corridors, took him to the grand double doors, and inside. Once there, he paused for a moment, open-mawed.

"T... Tanner?"

The massive black head of the great Minotaur, marked by the single white blaze on his wide nose and muzzle, swiveled slowly toward the sound of his name. "Zeryx?" he asked, then smiled hugely. "I was told you were part of this project. It's so good to see you!"

"Tanner, you..."

The Minotaur waved a nonchalant forepaw at his body. "You mean this? Phase One, I was told. Also, they told me that it's probably not finished."

Zeryx could not believe that this was the same Tanner Morrissey-Burrows that he had met some years ago. A Minotaur is big by nature, and Tanner had been larger than most. The ram put the phrase "had been" into his mental description because someone in Special Branch had done something astonishing to the great bull. He was half again his normal size, fully three meters from hooves to horns, and more than two meters broad. Always sculpted from his gym work, his musculature had gone from the merely mortal to the god-like; thighs, abs, pecs, arms, and (lest they be forgotten under the full-sized sheet that he was using as a "modesty towel" around his waist) buns of titanium below a tail that looked as thick as suspension bridge cable and possibly just as strong. Zeryx was getting slightly dizzy and something of a stiff neck looking up at him.

The Minotaur extended his arms. "Don't I get a hug?" He grinned fondly. "I'm still learning what it's like being this size, so I promise to be careful."

One of the weasel assistants looked over at the dumbstruck ram. "He hasn't been dosed yet. You're okay."

"Dosed..." Zeryx knew the various meanings of the term, but they all boiled down to_He's not ready to eat yet._ Carefully, the ovine stepped up to his friend, discovering that the top of his head was now about the top of the Minotaur's hard-packed abs. He managed a smile as he attempted to wrap his arms around Tanner's waist, settling for resting his forepaws atop the bull's hips and his cheek in the crevice where abs and pecs met and staked their territories. He felt the huge arms wrap around him, slowly, tenderly, as new as the bull's expanded shape, as familiar as the love they'd shared on-and-off over the past four years. Their checkered history was more a conflict between the confidential nature of Zeryx's work and the international popularity of the handsome bovine's modeling career.

"This okay?" Tanner asked.

"A lot more than okay," Zeryx mumbled into the soft black fur of the bull's coat. He turned his head to look up, the smile much more natural to him now. "How did you find this place?"

"An invitation of some kind. I had to think about it for a long time, once I found out about the research and what it was, about growth hormones and all..." The bull's huge forepaw touched the ram's head softly, brushing a curved horn with a single overlarge but tender finger. "But when I found out you were part of it, I knew it had to be all right, no matter how weird it sounded." He chuckled, low in his chest; Zeryx felt as much as heard it. "This is already a trip-and-a-half, and without the mushrooms!"

"Shh," the ram cautioned quietly, "I don't think that's in my file."

"Yes, it is," piped up one of the weasels, grinning.

"So much for that, then." Zeryx gave the Minotaur a lopsided smile, stepped back a little. "Have you been briefed about what's going to happen here?"

"Something experimental, the first of it being a growth hormone that is somehow supposed to be very fast-acting and temporary. The fast part... well, I got here yesterday, and I was given tranqs to help me sleep through the most of this. Growing this much must have been painful, just for the sheer change in body mass, but truth told, I feel great." He patted his abs. "I think I'm even more ripped than I was. I could get used to this. Um... yeah, and that too."

Zeryx looked down, around about his own upper-belly level, and noticed more than a little tenting of the full-sized white sheet. A slight movement below not only confirmed his suspicion that_everything_had been enhanced, but that the slight waft he had gotten from the billowing of the sheet gripped him no less firmly than it had before. Something about Tanner's scent had always made Zeryx react almost instantaneously; the ovine was harder than Chinese algebra in no time flat. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm one of the chief observers here at Wildfire. I take notes, mostly, but I'm also here to make sure you're kept safe and sound at all times. If you need anything, just ask. And... I doubt you'll need it, but do you remember my safe word with you?"

"Of course." Tanner frowned slightly. "Why...?"

"It's just in case something happens that causes you any pain - for instance, like the growth hormone kicks in and starts to hurt. If you can't speak plainly, just shout out; I'll know what to do." The ram reached up to touch the Minotaur's cheek with tender care. "My turn to take care of you."

Tanner turned his face to the palm and kissed it gently, then smiled back at Zeryx. "Would you believe those were some of the happiest days of my life?"

"Taking care of an invalid?" the ram blushed under his fur.

The Minotaur leaned his large muzzle down to touch Zeryx's ear and whispered, "Loving you." He planted a kiss to the ram's cheek, then turned back to the attentions of the weasel minions who were hooking up copious telemetry transmitters to various parts of the bovine's body.

Zeryx patted Tanner's abs, as if rubbing the Buddha's belly for good luck, then went to take his place near his own recording station. He was slightly distracted at this point, because he remembered that week all too well. Nothing was broken, happily, just a bad sprain serious enough for one of those air-cast things. Whatever had possessed him to think that an ovine could ice-skate, even with the special boot-adaptors? He had one of the most agile brains in all of the scientific world, and his motor skills were somewhere just shy of a badly-controlled marionette. And worse, at that point in his life, he was in one of those apartments with a loft bedroom.

He had been working out how to have someone bring down all his bedding and camp out downstairs (even though his rather computer system was upstairs, dammit), when in swept Tanner, more or less moving himself in for the week. He carried Zeryx upstairs and downstairs, like goosey gander, tended to his every whim, kept him to his physical therapy schedule to get him back on his hooves again. The ram grinned, remembering that the Minotaur snored with a roar that sounded like Chuck Yeager was flying sonic-boom loops outside the windows all night long... but it was amazing how quickly he got used to it, even found it comforting. It was the fastest healing on record, for the ovine, and the sweetest... made more so by the discovery that Tanner knew how to make some great desserts. If there was one thing the bull appreciated, it was a good dessert, and his lips had coaxed quite a bit of Zeryx's special icing from him when they got together...

Happily enough, the information station that Zeryx would be using was actually part of an observation platform about a meter and a half above the main floor. Lab Ate was, after all, designed for something more like an orgy, so to observe properly, the data techs needed a bit more of an "overview" of the activity space. The trio of weasels asked the gentle giant to kneel so that they could attach some transmitters to the bovine's head. All were independent, miniaturized, and remote - wires could become too easily tangled when things got heated, and in a worst case scenario, could be mistaken for underdone pasta. The lithe technicians were quick, efficient, and darted with a slithery sort of efficiency as they called out to others to confirm that telemetry was working on all data points.

"Sensor check complete; telemetry is go," one called out.

"Recording - confirmed; observation is go."

More confirmations and techno-babble echoed throughout Lab Ate. Zeryx noticed that Tanner was patient, cooperative, and a little nervous. A twitch of the tail, the ears flicking a bit below his horns. He caught the bovine's glance and gave the most reassuring smile that he could. It seemed to help a little. The ram caught a discreet nod from one of the weasels behind the gentle giant, and Zeryx took his cue.

"Thanks for putting up with all the scientific garbage, Tanner," he smiled. "How about something to drink before all this stuff starts up?"

"Sounds good. Whatever else this stuff does, I do get thirsty a lot more. This morning, I was pissing like a race-bull."

Zeryx waved a forepaw to one of the techs near the door. "Could we get something for Tanner to drink? Extra large cup, please; I imagine he's still getting used to those paws." His chuckle got an echo from the over-sized Minotaur, which would help him to relax a bit more. The ram was unsurprised by the request; in fact, the experiment banked on it. The growth of the subject would, by itself, make him need more fluids, and a touch of diuretic in the morning juice helped it along. This is the Phase Two that the bull wasn't quite aware of just yet, and as with all subjects prepped this way, the activating formula would be administered in the drink.

A large arcanine, slightly over two meters himself and quite well-appointed in all respects, entered with an over-sized mug. Like the Minotaur, he was clad merely in a wrap-around about his waist, so nearly every aspect of him was on full display. Zeryx could see by the slight flap of the sheet that Tanner liked what he saw. Clearly, the mention of any sexual component to these studies had been omitted. The ram checked his data sheet to see what sort of drug was to be administered, and what is intended effects were to be. As he read through, his maw dropped open somewhat, and he looked up sharply, just in time to see Tanner polishing off his mug of iced tea (listed as his favorite, and sure to cover up the taste of whatever they were introducing). Without a sudden and rather messy purge, the drug would start being absorbed into his stomach in seconds; within as little as five minutes, it would be in his bloodstream, and within twenty minutes, the entirety would have been absorbed. Trying to stop it now would probably be worse - no one had tested the effects of partial doses.

For good or ill, Zeryx realized, his friend was now part of the final phase of the experiment.

With everything in place, they had only to wait for signs that the drug was working. One of the larger and more solid wooden picnic tables was brought in for the Minotaur to sit atop of while waiting. Some other assistants came in - a lean lop-eared rabbit male, a well-formed Husky, and a muscular equine, all of them stripped save for a reasonably small bit of linen modesty wrapped around their waists. Even without the drug taking effect, it was increasingly clear that Tanner was very much interested in the new arrivals. Zeryx assured him that what he was feeling was normal, ultimately explaining that it was part of the experiment with the growth hormone - to see how it might affect sexual potency. This made the Minotaur grin mightily. He was hardly the shy one, and it was becoming more clear by the moment that his bed sheet would not be able to conceal anything for much longer.

It took, in fact, 13 minutes and 14 seconds (by Zeryx's stopwatch) before the real signs began to manifest. The Minotaur's eyes glazed over a bit, his speech was reduced to monosyllables, and the sheet was removed to show an exceptionally impressive cock, fully blood-engorged and measuring (by laser triangulation) a bit over 40cm, uncut, and with a large drop of pre-cum posing like a clear pearl at the slit. Without needing much prompting, the rabbit was quick to approach the large member and begin his licking with the sweet and sticky blob that was the envy of all who watched, each no doubt producing his own humble imitation.

Zeryx was already aroused, and his slim-fitting lab coat - the only clothing he wore, on these occasions - was beginning to show strain around the nether buttons. He jotted down notes, including the subjective observations about Tanner's potent musk flooding the room. Several of the weasel technicians had already stripped off, still attentive to their instruments and readings, but missing nothing of the beginning activities.

Casually, the young stallion made his way to the hazy-eyed Minotaur. "Hello, handsome," he grinned, looking up at the bovine's face. "Why don't you make your way down here among us mortals?

Tanner blinked, as if trying to translate some unknown tongue, then managed to rise from the table and kneel down on the floor. The rabbit stayed with his prize, licking and probing underneath the heavy foreskin of the huge phallus, his paws working slowly, steadily with the foreskin, coaxing another hefty dollop of pre from deep within the full, low-hanging balls. On his knees, the bull was very near the equine's full height, and his tail-tip was dragging the floor behind him. The young stallion took the bull's face in both forepaws and drew him in for a kiss, soft at first, slowly building in strength and intensity.

Behind this threesome, the arcanine nudged the Husky toward the bovine, who got the hint that he was to keep up the stimulation in another fashion. Kneeling behind Tanner, the canine lifted the thick, heavy tail and draped it over his shoulder, his forepaws spreading the bull's hard-muscled cheeks and letting his muzzle lead him to the most perfect pucker he'd ever had the pleasure of tonguing. He made some very satisfied little grunts and moans, echoed by the rabbit who had set to work just on the other side of the huge sack of balls that swayed pendulously with the combined activity. If the noises being made by bovine himself were any indication, a good time was indeed being had by all.

Zeryx took the sensible precaution of doffing his lab coat at that point, lest he not find a more convenient moment later. He picked up the clipboard and continued his notes, scribbling quickly but legibly. That too could change later, but for now, he made close observations of exactly what was going on. Anything not directly visible from his viewpoint was made so by strategically placed cameras, including a half-dozen on SteadiCam gimballing devices set underneath the Plexiglas flooring on which the great Minotaur now knelt. The ram glanced at the monitors, continuing to be aroused by the sight of the four males going at it with what he noted was "great gusto."

The bovine placed one of his forepaws tenderly upon the rabbit's head, the other on the back of the horse's neck, as he continued to tongue-wrestle with the equine. One of the cameras captured the success of the Husky as his tongue coaxed Tanner's tailhole open enough for him to begin pushing his thick, muscular tongue inside the bovine's body. It wasn't long before the pup had managed to press his nose to the bull's crack and push his tongue all the way in.

If Zeryx was right...

Tanner broke the kiss with the stallion and leaned down to pull the entire length and girth of the fully-erect horse cock into his muzzle at one go. The horse whinnied sharply, impulsively grabbed the bull by his horns, holding on with an immensity of passion that was rare for the equine to show. Then again, how often was a subject large enough to hilt a horsecock in a single thrust? The overall scent of the room changed, as bovine, equine, lepine, and canine musk beginning to mix into a pungent perfume of pheromonal power. The weasels were already stroking themselves, some paying far less attention to their monitors as they should. From behind the Husky, the arcanine had stripped off his towel and was coming to attention with an enthusiasm born either of the show in general or the tight pucker below the always-upcurled tail. Cameras below the floor showed the slow growth of the Minotaur's cock, as the lop-eared rabbit continued coaxing yet more pre from the slit that seemed now to be growing with the cock itself. The Husky had been able to push much of his muzzle all the way into Tanner's flexing tailhole, his tongue no doubt caressing the purged insides of the bovine's lower tract as the pup's nostrils were overloaded with the deepest of the bovine's musk.

Yup, Zeryx was right.

He checked his watch and noted the elapsed time, making notes:Compound Triple Crown seems now to be in full effect. At this point, the subject seems aware almost exclusively at a physiological level. Cannot see his eyes at this time, but they had been slightly glazed over only several minutes ago. Application of sexual stimulation to all three orifices seems to be accelerating the effects both of growth and sexual hunger. Overall body size increased an estimated 5% over experimental baseline, overall 60% increase from subject's first arrival. Volunteers more than eager to their assigned locations; purge of subject's lower tract with pheromonally enhanced flavored broth has made for a very enthusiastic Husky...

As he wrote, Zeryx was able to note that several things were happening at once. At the front, the rabbit was beginning to fit his muzzle completely into the Minotaur's pre-cum-dripping slit as the bull's cock itself seemed to swell in girth. Behind, the Husky had already pushed his muzzle inside the welcoming entrance of Tannner's ass, all the way up to his eyes, and almost his forehead. The horse had been carefully lowered to the ground in the Minotaur's grip, his cock freed as the bull began to lick the equine with a tongue almost as broad across as the stallion himself, the tongue covering the chest, abs, thighs, down the legs to the hooves, where the lips parted and allowed the entrance of the comely horse up to the level of his knees. In all cases, the three volunteers were sporting "erections of exceptional tumescence," as Zeryx noted, each leaking their own fluids at "faucet-like rates."

The ram's vocabulary was becoming singularly less scientific (or specific) as his own turgid cock began leaking pre at a rate copious even by his own standards. The stallion, who had already been part of several experiments of this type was exhibiting more excitement than fear, his long piebald phallus quivering in anticipation of his pending climax as well as his inevitable devouring. No subject in the history of the labs had ever rejected a subject swallowed in the proper manner, and the various types and mixtures of the various drugs used each used a complex chemical additive that, among other things, prevented actual chewing, forcing the muscles of the throat to pull the living "meal" in whole.

This experiment was about seeing if other specific sets of muscles could be trained to do the same.

Releasing his own member for a moment, the huge arcanine stepped up behind the Husky and pushed the smaller canine's head firmly forward. The pup was neck deep inside Tanner's nether opening, and neither the Minotaur nor the canine seemed to have any objections. In fact, the great bull lowed gently as he took more of the stallion into his great maw, up to about mid-thigh level. The horse's cock flailed wildly, sometimes striking the bovine's nose, pre spattering onto the top of Tanner's muzzle to add its own pearlesent gleam to the bull's white blaze. For his part, the bovine's forepaws simply massaged the stallion's chest and back in what could only be described as the most loving gesture that Zeryx had ever seen a subject provide to one of his meals.

The ram could not hold both a pen and his own cock, so the clipboard and writing tool were set aside. This was not proper procedure in the rule books, but the Admins had long since realized that it was going to happen, and keep happening, so they relied upon the instruments and the cameras to record the vital data (as well as material which, once carefully edited, would bring quite a nice bit of income from certain specialized internet porn channels). Zeryx was a natural voyeur, especially in regard to vore; he'd rather observe than either eat or be eaten, although he'd experienced both, with no ill after-effects. On the other paw, watching meant that your own paws would always be free to massage yourself at your own pace.

The rabbit had figured out by now that something was amiss as he was able to lick the bull's come-coated urethra by sticking his head into the opening and licking the succulent fluid directly. What he missed ran down his chin and covered his chest and belly. The attraction, however, was the delicious taste that led deeper inside, and in mere moments the lepine found himself up to his own neck inside the huge bovine cock. He'd been a volunteer once or twice before, so there was less panic and more production of his own juices, leaking from his stiff cock in such quantities that two of the cameras had to shift in order to get a clear view of what was happening.

Using his native strength, the muscle-bound arcanine made a long, steady push against the Husky's rump until the pup was swallowed head-first up to the tail inside the great bull. Realizing this was his chance, he massaged his hard length and lined himself up with the Husky's tailhole.

"What are you doing?" Zeryx managed to shout at him.

"I'm the back-up," the arcanine grinned, his muscles flexing. "If the pup tries to come out, I shove him back up."

A loud and high-pitched whinny attracted the ram's attention. The stallion, his abdomen fully inside the gaping bovine maw was shivering and quivering with what the telemetry devices were recording as a climax rivaling the great San Francisco quake of 1991. It was sufficiently copious that evidence of the equine's seed was running out of Tanner's muzzle and down to the floor. Zeryx experienced the sudden desire either to lick up the remnants or be covered in it, but he thought better of getting too close. Triple Crown was designed to do exactly what it was doing: Allow the subject to eat as much as he wanted, from all three openings. Phase One was to make the subject large enough to begin such a gigantic feast; after that, administering Triple Crown essentially blocked the subject's mind from being anything but hungry... all over.

The arcanine let out a grunt of deep satisfaction as he shoved his own thick, slick cock into the Husky's tailhole and began taking his own turn. Zeryx could see the pups hindpaws making token resistance, or perhaps it was only the sexual arousal of his own. The smaller canine's cock was inside Tanner by this time, and telemetry was recording a climax that was no less spectacular than the stallion's. The cameras below the floor in that sector were also having to shift slightly to get a view unobscured by substantial quantities of mostly-nontransparent fluids. There were already enough "glass vids" to make such footage less than profitable. Conversely, a full-sized Husky halfway up a bull's ass would probably catch a few views.

The rabbit made Tanner's cock resemble a snake more than was particularly comfortable for the ram, but Zeryx still found it immensely exciting. The lepine, too, was trembling with his climax, with little more than his hindpaws sticking out by this time. Still unable to pick up a pen and make notes, Zeryx was still able to lock the vision in his head with the associated thought of_Cock vore most rapidly acting of the three._The rabbit buck's toes twitched, almost seeming to want to push further inside the organ on his own volition. The ram could see that the lepine's head was probably almost to the ejaculatory duct, which would likely be filling from the reservoirs of the testicles by way of the vas deferens. If the bunny loved the taste of cum, he was in a position to eat his own weight in it. What would be most interesting to learn is what would happen if and when Tanner shot his load. The ejaculatory duct was powerful, but just how well did it work against that sort of blockage?

A grunting snarl told Zeryx that the arcanine had managed to plunge deep inside the Husky, and the bulky canine was himself nearly pressed up against the bovine's hard buns, which were themselves starting to wiggle and sway. The ram knew the signs from his prior experience with Tanner: The Minotaur was building up for what would probably be an orgasm of enormous proportions, by any definition.

"Did you knot him?" he called out.

"Fuck yes!" the arcanine boasted.

"Not sure that was a smart choice."

"Why not?"

The last of the stallion's hooves disappeared down Tanner's gullet as the bovine began a deep, rhythmic lowing that had always preceded Zeryx's most beloved moments with him. He wanted to yell_Yes, yes, my big bull, YES,_ but he wasn't even sure if he would be heard over the rest of the cries in the room. Every other tech had reached his separate climax as the horse disappeared. The complete ingestion of a volunteer is called a "climatic moment" for many reasons. Zeryx held himself back, if only because he had one more issue that had to be dealt with.

"We don't know the particular ingestive peristaltic strength of this formulation."

"The what strength?"

"The reverse wave-like movement of--"

Zeryx had no time to finish as several things happened at once. Tanner's lungs swelled deep with one last gasp of inhalation before he bellowed loud enough to put the entire lab complex on alert, either for protection or for getting a look at what was undoubtedly going to be the most spectacular orgasm on record. As the Minotaur's chest swelled outward, his belly - his stomach proper, not his abdomen - pushed outward with the horse inside it, arms and head pressing outward, without damage as the stomach acids had been neutralized for the term of the experiment. The bovine's huge cock, fully hard and straining, twitched in a massive arc, and a muscular, soaking wet lop-eared rabbit flew some two dozen meters across the lab (the term "buckshot" came unbidden to the ram's mind) to strike a padded wall with a resounding_thunk_even as he was followed by untold liters of bull spooge jetting out with the force of a fire hose under full pressure, in seven consecutive ejaculations and a half-dozen or so drizzles. And as was usual, Zeryx knew from his experiences with the bull, his tailhole flexed, squirmed, and in a movement that later researchers would have to slow down recorded playback to see, the Husky was pulled completely inside the Minotaur... with the arcanine in knot-tied tow. None of the physicists or physiologists in the group could explain quite how the bigger canine was folded so neatly in half, sustaining nothing more than muscle strain after being recovered.

Zeryx stared as the Minotaur stood up and quivered, his belly still showing the arm and head of the stallion, his abdomen swollen with an entire Husky and an arcanine pulled deep inside. The ram watched as the eyes, still glazed, seemed unable to fix on a single thing in the lab until they followed the course of the sniffing nose, managing to lock onto Zeryx - naked, fully aroused, musk even stronger than usual, and suddenly alone in the lab, save for the stunned rabbit and an astonishing mess that someone would eventually have to clean up. Samples would have to be collected, analyzed, stored...

"Dessert."

The ram shook his head slightly. He hadn't said it; Tanner had. Subjects under these sorts of experiments are supposed to have many of their higher brain functions temporarily disabled so that they wouldn't balk at the idea of actually eating the volunteers. Sexual vore was still considered to be a terminal and sociopathic occupation resulting only in grizzly deaths for those consumed. Here at Wildfire, it was a completely different story - ingested volunteers were recovered almost entirely without harm - but until a subject had either eaten or been eaten, his mind would balk at the enormity and terror of the act. Tanner had never done anything like this before, so thought suppressors were definitely part of the cocktail that he had consumed. He couldn't be speaking...

"Dessert," came the word again, and the hyper-sized forepaws reached out to grab Zeryx off of the observation platform before he had a chance to react and run away. He knew he would be safe enough, physiologically speaking, but his mind didn't like the idea at all. This was a friend, this was an experiment, and he didn't really_like_ being eaten, he'd rather watch. He felt the strong forepaws of his friend grip him by the arms, pinning them to his side, and he tried to squeak out a protest as he was brought closer and closer to the Minotaur's muzzle.

"Tanner!" he shouted.

"Barcelona."

The word was spoken so softly that he wasn't even sure that he heard it. The eyes, still slightly glazed, were clear enough that Zeryx knew that his friend recognized him. The safe word had clinched it.

"Barcelona, Zeryx." The Minotaur smiled gently at him. "You only used our safe word four times that I can remember, and once it was because I forgot that your leg was still weak from having been broken. I only want dessert, sweet ram." The bull's huge tongue licked the ram's body, which on other occasions took much longer because the tongue was usually so much smaller. He grinned. "You were always my most favorite icing. Is there time?"

"We have... a minute or two. And I don't think I'll be able to last that long..."

The Minotaur smiled, touching the ram's curved horn with a finger before his tongue nimbly, tenderly licked his lover's balls and swollen cock, and although Zeryx was sure it must have been like trying to suck on a small coffee stirrer by comparison of size, Tanner's lips wrapped around the ram's aching member and suckled lovingly, reminding Zeryx of the many times the ovine had praised the gods that he was so submissive, especially where Tanner was concerned. Reclined now in the cupped forepaws of the beautiful bovine, he let his own forepaws caress the lovely cheeks of the massively enhanced bull until, as he had predicted (82.7 seconds by the stopwatches used by later researchers reviewing the material), he bleated out a resounding orgasm. He produced less actual capacity than the bovine, but on a relative-size basis, it was damn close.

Tanner sank slowly to his knees. "Zeryx, what..."

"Set me down, love," he said, still panting. "Lie down on your side, that's easiest... that's it." The ram moved to sit on the floor behind is friend's head and pet him softly. "Let yourself drift off, Tanner. Just like falling asleep like we used to, together, after the sweetness we shared. Part of it is afterglow; part is the drug."

"Did I really..."

"Yes, love, you did." Zeryx kissed the bull's forehead from above, realizing that Tanner had already gotten the slightest bit smaller. The extraction team would be here any moment.

"Zeryx, love..."

"Shh, Tanner, it's okay. We'll talk later. Just know that you're safe, and I love you. That's all. Focus on that."

"It was... is it okay that it felt good?"

The ram leaned further forward and planted a kiss on the bovine's lips as the test subject's eyes began to close. "Barcelona, my sweet love... Barcelona..."