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The following story contains adult content that may be offensive to anyone. If you are under 18 or whatever the legal age to view adult material is wherever you live, please do not continue. I aint planning on getting sued.

On another note, this story contains age-play, which im sure many will find atleast casually unsettling. If thats not your thing, begone now.

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9:57...

I stared at the clock belligerently, not wanting to believe its slanderous misgivings.

9:58...

It was mocking me, knowing what obscene torture I was experiencing from waiting, and enjoying it like a sick bastard.

9:59...

My clock was getting off on watching me waste away in front of it, so eager to begin my pursuit.

10:00 AM

The alarm sounded, ringing falling on deaf ears as I scrambled to my computer, knocking over anything that dared step in my path. Quickly, I opened the page. The TLL, or Trans Lab Leaks, source page, set as my homepage of course. What I saw baffled me beyond comprehension. Bold words leapt from the page, stabbing at my very soul. "404: file not found"

Reloading... refreshing... retyping... resetting... rebooting... reinstalling.. Realization....

"Gods, no..." I gasped, unwilling to accept the facts laid out so plainly before me. Every day he's been updating, every day he's been telling the wild tales of the institution, and showing us the proof to make us believe, make us see the truth. But now, it was gone, forever shunned by the domain error that facetiously stole its space. The intense action lost for now and forever. Or was I simply being melodramatic? Surely he must be updating it even now as I contemplate the method to this madness. But what if it truly was gone forever? So soon after it had started, so young in its life.

Was it up to me to do something? Was I the only one aware of the vicious atrocity that betrayed the thousands who had already become absorbed in this growing phenomenon?

Of course.

Doctor Thomas Funderbark; Head of surveillance and part of the research staff at the Mekuf Research Institution. He was the one who lit the burning passion within me, revealing to me the truth behind the sinister facade of the Institute. For you see, it was only a front for grotesque sexual augmentation, all to the benefit of its investors, who would then manufacture the video analysis of the tests subjects as science-fiction themed pornography. And as much as I admired their ingenuity, I knew that Thomas was putting his neck on the line there. For the last few days, he's been siphoning off some footage of the test subjects and displaying it on his site. But if the higher ups at the Institute ever found out, no doubt they'd have him silenced.

457 miles from here. The Institute, that is. With no car, and little money, I had to resort to desperate measures to get there quickly. I dashed out of my apartment hastily, wearing only a 'Cock goes here' t-shirt, with a large arrow pointing down, and my age-old lion king boxers. Gotta love poverty. Spotting a stray bike leaning on a streetlight, I hopped on and headed down the street, ignoring the pissed off French guy trying to catch me. His foreign obscenities fell on deaf ears as I sped out into the countryside, leaving him to collapse on the sidewalk. Tail flailing in the wind behind me, I finally reached my destination, a farm off to the side of the road, equipped with an old crop-duster. I launched myself off the bike, rolling into the field. Jumping to my feet, I came to the sudden realization that it had just got done raining. Great.

I dashed over to the crop duster, shedding mud as i fled towards the next leg of my journey, finding the owner passed out in the cockpit with dozens of assorted alcohol bottles scattered around, I shoved him out of the way, landing with a slick thud in the mud below. Clearing out the various glass containers around the essential piloting equipment, I fastened my safety belt, which seconds later snapped on me. Not that it mattered.

It was easy enough to get the plane off the ground, after all, you see folks do it in the movies all the time. The only difficult part was dodging the cows in heat littered across the field. Since the crop duster itself was painted to look like a large bull, complete with a set of steer horns on either side of the cockpit, I can see how they could make that mistake. After losing the wave of heffers, I skimmed above the various crop fields, lifting off towards the Institution.

Only a few more miles to go. It'd been a couple of hours since I set out, taking this crop duster as fast as it could handle. I knew it wasn't long for this world, seeing as I clipped a migrating duck across the left wing, breaking off a rather large piece of said wing. My efforts to keep the plane steady were starting to fail, as the entire cockpit bumped around violently, shattering a jug of what appeared to be moonshine, the pungent liquid spreading onto the floor. Now, if memory serves correctly, moonshine is one of THE most flammable liquids in existence. About the time I realized this, the engine started to give out, sparks flying from the intense grinding it was going through to attempt to stay airborne. And I don't think I need to remind you what the results of sparks and flammable liquid are. But then again, I just love stating the obvious.

The entire floor was sent ablaze within seconds, just as I could see the dome-shaped institute on the horizon. Having no shoes to brush out the fire, I scrambled about, searching drastically for my savior, which was naught to be seen. I'd have to improvise.

Dashboard! Map! Unfold!

The first piece found, my future in question.

Windshield! Pine Tree-shaped Air Freshener! Unravel!

The second piece delivered, my hope growing stronger.

The passenger seat! Twin rolls of double-strength Nylon filament! Not asking why that's in here!

The pieces gathered, my safety guaranteed.

Quickly I punched two holes into the ends of the map, stringing the nylon through each hole, and looping the strands back down to the air freshener, the base of my makeshift parachute. Fires growing, engine giving out, monotonous sentence fragments becoming redundant, I smashed through the bottom of the fiery floor, falling sharply through the air. The map above me caught hold of the winds, slowing my decent at a marvelous rate.

As I watched the abandoned plane blaze into the sky, I chuckled to myself "Nice job, MacGyver" Just as I finished my exuberant self-gratification, I realized how physically implausible the idea of a map being used as a parachute was. As if out of spite, the map above me pinched in at the middle, pulled inwards by my weight, sending me dropping like a lead weight into the roof of the Trans Lab. Nighty Night.

Unknown Time...

A bright light glared at me from above, and as I sat with my eyes open all I could sense was the all-consuming darkness of the pure white light. Blinking, I tried to reach forward, to anchor myself in this unknown area. My body ached, but it didn't feel as a normal ache would, but more of a deep ache. Not deep in pain, but more centered to the very depths of my bones. A dreary ache, the likes of which no ache has ever know. Hooray for melodrama.

I saw my paw thrust out before me, seeming small and insignificant in the grasping light that assaulted me from all directions. The reaction time seemed slow and feeble as I clasped my hand into itself. Even stranger than that, I didn't exactly remember my paw being green, and scaly.

Sitting up, I looked myself over, forcibly blocking the awe-inspiring awe with sheer willpower, and instead analyzing my situation the bets I could. My entire body seemed to have gotten smaller, ludicrously so in fact. The proportion of my round, scaly belly to my limbs was more like that of a young cub than that of an adult. The lighter coloring along my chest, tracing down passed my belly gave way at the edges to the darker green scales that consumed the rest of my entirety. If only to verify my situation, I turned back to find a fat, scaled tail nearly as long as I was tall lying neatly behind me.

So my situation had become apparent. I had been changed into a young crocodile - or perhaps alligator. I could not tell for sure without being able to examine my snout, which now that I thought about, blocked part of my vision. This transformation of mine had to have been very well done, as my eyes must have been adapted to the new placement of my snout, being an overlooked as a blind spot until now.

Pondering my situation deeper, I came to realize that being in this environment, it is entirely possible that my memories have been altered. For all I know, I could actually be a hatchling scaly implanted with delusions of my former fox hood. Though it was far more probable that I was in fact changed into this form, as I doubt even the great scientists of trans lab had mastered altering the brain for their own purposes. Wait a sec, trans lab!

My little head bolted quickly around the room. Concluding that this was most definitely one of the rooms used by the trans lab facilities for holding of its experiments, I now need a plan of escape. But first, I'd need to investigate the whereabouts of Fun Thom; our collective nickname for Doctor Thomas Funderbark. Unfortunately, I was without the privilege of knowing what species he was. This could be difficult.

Raising myself up to my footpaws, I found that the leg muscles of this form were grossly underdeveloped. I couldn't stand, much less walk to my destination. Slowly, the pressure building within my brain to solve this situation triggered a nervous reaction within me. Perhaps it was something to do with my new form, or just the combination of events leaving me feeling futile in my failed endeavor, but I felt myself begin... to cry.

Even as a child, I cannot consciously remember crying, except when exposed to great amounts of cut onions of course. But that doesn't count. Any time I found myself in a situation where the average cub would ball their eyes out; I stood calmly, thinking about how to alleviate the situation. Perhaps I was unemotional, but then again, if that were the case I'd feel nothing for Fun Thom...

The crying crew worse, and inside my mind I yelled and thrashed more so than my body did. I was fighting against the wave of emotion pouring from me, angered to the point of being enraged at my own crying as one would be at hearing another's child cry for hours on end. But the rage only served as the fuel for my tears, the wails of mental anguish ringing out through the intrusive light, which held me captive. The light the bound me in place here, and scrambled my thoughts. The light was to blame for all of this.

Behind the cavernous wails that bellowed from my gullet, I heard footsteps, from outside of the room. Somebody else was here; this meant a new hope for me. But even my own rationale fell to my inconsolable tantrum, leaving me crying still as that someone from outside opened the door and approached me. Her Short, soft fur wafted in the nonexistent wind as her soft, pouty face instantly lifted my spirits. The crying stopped. The tears halted. My heart skipped a proverbial beat as the vixen smiled at me, somehow assuring me that all my troubles were for naught.

The first vision I saw of her was and explosion of extravagance. Like myself, or rather my former self, she was a fox, both as a species and as a metaphor. "Hey there little guy." She half-whispered to me, bending down to my eye level. "Are we gonna stop crying now?" She cooed, my fears already melted away as the recognition I received from her voice filled me with a warming sensation. Gently she reached around behind me, rubbing her soft-furred arms against my rough scales, and picked me up with the greatest of ease, holding me gently over her right breast as she softly patted me on the back. "There we go little guy, you just need some company is all" She confided in me, her words relaxing me as I felt a deep sense of acknowledgement. She sighed, whispering to someone else outside of the room. "To think they'd experiment on a cub." She whispered, thinking that I could neither hear nor comprehend her words. But I didn't care, at that moment in time her affection and protection were all that mattered to me. I felt myself falling asleep as she gently rocked me in her arms, humming as she walked down the corridors of the trans lab.

Unknown Time, yet again...

I awoke still being held by the fox, but now there were more people around. We appeared to be in a big cafeteria, tables and chairs strewn about randomly. The fox held me tightly, resting my head against her warm, soft paw.

"That's the last straw!" An angry-sounding deer shouted from nearby. "If these guys will stoop low enough to experiment on a cub, then there's no reason for us to think that we're safe here." He ranted, many of the others nearby seeming to agree.

"Well that kind of talk's very persuasive, but do you actually have a plan to escape?" Returned a white rabbit from another table who for some unexplainable reason was holding a large boa constrictor around his neck.

"He's right" added the nearby Tiger leaning against the table with his forepaws firmly pressed down upon it. "We need to form a plan of action if we want to get outta here, so lets start with what we know."

The tiger, he seemed familiar. Well, he had breasts, so shi to be more precise. As I searched my memories, I recognized him from the videos. He was the third trans lab experiment, a male subject made into a hermaphrodite. Shi looked around in silence as nobody venture forward to answer hir question.

Sighing as she held me, the fox spoke up in a sultry voice befitting her angelic form. "I'm not certain of anything here really, so I'm more concerned with what we don't know. For instance, how many of us are actually here? We had no idea this little guy was here until e stumbled upon his room after a wrong turn. There's probably even more out there we haven't met up with yet."

Gritting the teeth, the rabbit finally felt it was his time to come forward. "Ok, I've got some info. Depending upon what time of say it is, there are 2-4 staff members here. There's the old cougar hag I'm sure most of you have run into, the lead lab technician, the clerical specialist, and the DNA splicing analyst." The others simply stared as he went on explaining. "The lead-technician and the cougar are here all hours of the day. The other two work daytime hours. But that doesn't do us much good, seeing as we have no way of telling what time it is.

"Uh - how do you know all of that?" Asked the tiger, now relaxed comfily in a white chair, hir breasts swishing perkily as he shifted his balance form left to right.

"I was in charge of surveillance here..." He admitted, expecting a violent reaction to his words. None came. "I knew what was going on here, and I didn't act against it."

The deer looked pissed. The Rabbit Looked apologetic. The tiger looked befuddled. I felt tired, so I took another nap.

Dreams, I never really had them. Well that's not true, I had them but I suppressed them, never remembering them for more than a few fleeting seconds after I awaken. I remember remembering them, but I don't actually remember them. But this time, the dream was vivid enough for every single detail to permanently etch itself into my mind. In my dream, I was putting it to the beautiful vixen I had recently come to adore. She took it lovingly and praised me constantly on how I made her feel, and she made me feel the same. After pounding and pounding for what seemed like an eternity, her agonizing moans of pleasure came to climax, both of us orgasming in time, giving unto each other the depths of our souls as our intertwining juices warmed us both from deep within ourselves, even though they should logically warm us from the outside. In the afterglow of the intercourse, I felt myself growing cold. The oppressive light that I despised ever so much grew dark, and the images around me twisted and distorted into the horrors of loneliness and depraved insecurity. I held the vixen tight, hoping she could rescue me from the darkness. She embraced me lovingly, and without words assured me that I was safe. But the darkness loomed ever closer, threatening to envelop us both at any moment. In her eyes I saw my answer, she nodded approvingly, assuaging my fears as my consciousness held tightly to the fear that gripped me even tighter. Never letting go of the matriarchal figure I crawled down below her, finding her spent pussy doused in my fluids. I looked back to her, and she smiled, her face telling me everything words couldn't. The darkness reached out at me, grabbing at me from all directions. I screamed, but made no sound. I cried, but made no tears. The darkness, a thousand fold viler than the all-consuming light, threatened to tear me away from her. Without a second though I plunged my head inside of her, escaping the darkness as I crawled inside. The darkness still tried to grasp at me, but it was no use anymore. I was inside now, and I was safe.

The brisk warm water of the showers snapped me back into reality. The vixen was holding me out with both arms, both of us caught under the fall of the water.

"Finally awake?" she asked, smiling at me. Again I felt the warming sensation, the approval I gained just from knowing that she recognized me.

She giggled, and pointed just below my chin, letting my eyes follow her own gaze. "You had a little bit of a wet dream, didn't ya?" She asked, running her finger down my expansive member, which to my great dismay, reached from down at my crotch up to brush against my chin. The head was covered in fresh semen, quickly being devoured by the shower's torrential downpour.

She seemed impressed by my size, and I took that as yet another of her praises, that warmth reunited within me. I felt the desire to show her my big cock again, but the cock itself wouldn't cooperate, soon shrinking back down between my legs, obviously exhausted from its first ejaculation. The vixen went about washing me up, making sure I was nice and clean in every area, from the tip of the snout to down under the tail. She hummed random melodies as she went about her work, each more beautiful than the last. Occasionally I'd get a glimpse at her marvelous figure, keeping in mind that shi too was a hermaphrodite. But that just made hir even more perfect. Anything she did would be, and that could never change.

"All done!" shi exclaimed, prying a smile from me. "Lets go introduce you to the other guys, okay?" I nodded in agreement, and she smiled back, seeming to remark on how cooperative o was, even though she didn't say so.

As shi carried me through the corridors, the white returned, and with it, my fear of the darkness. I clutched the fox tightly, knowing she could keep me safe from the light and the dark. But weren't the two opposite? Then why would the both be my enemies? The light trapped me, and made me the way I am now, but the darkness was far worse, for I didn't know what it would do to me. Without the light I could not see the dark. And without the dark, I wouldn't need reason to question the light's malcontent. But which was really on my side?

The fox giggled once more, scratching me on the back of the head. And with that simple gesture of affection, my philosophical quandary seemed much simpler. It didn't matter what was right or wrong, as long as I was with her, I'd be safe.

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Thanks for putting up with this one. I'm eager to take this series through the various sub-cultures within the furry fandom, and im aware that many don't sit well with this particular subject. My best of regards to you all for sticking with me though, its a long and winding road, but the pot of gold's within sight.

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