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Ever go through the job advertisements in a newspaper? There's a lot of interesting things there. Mowing lawns, babysitting octuplets, working at the local fast food joint. All very thrilling opportunities to advance one's way into the modern world and build a great portfolio.

I'm joking, looking through the newspaper was like scraping the bottom of the barrel for me. Being a college graduate with oodles of debt, more than I care to admit, I couldn't be picky and yet I found it very difficult imagining myself taking any of these. I found myself looking over one square ad to another with no real interest. I held myself to a ridiculous standard. Being a regal Timber wolf with silver moonlight fur that shimmered in the sunlight and a pair of gold strips running from the tip of my tail all the way to the base of my neck, I couldn't see myself flipping burgers for the hungry masses. Having a degree in liberal arts didn't help with that either.

I wanted something for fulfilling that made feel like I wasn't wasting my time begging for a paycheck and I found it.

Near the bottom corner of the last page of the newspaper I had found on a park bench was something that caught my eye.

_Help Wanted

Holiday Labs In need of lab interns. $20/hr. No previous experience necessary._

It had an address which wasn't that far away. The pay was great for something that didn't require prior experience of any kind and even though it didn't fit my degree, it was too good not to pass up.

I didn't waste any time since I couldn't afford to wait for someone else to come along and snatch up the last position, not when I had rent due soon and no money to pay it. I took the bus, using the last of my spare change and rode it into the heart of the city where I was met by the noise and smog that made America great.

I walked down the crowded blocks to the massive office building that housed Holiday Labs. There were large letters over the main doors, spelling out the name of the company. I found it interesting that I had never heard of the company before. It seemed well established with all of the well dressed furs walking in and out. Made me feel horrible under-dressed in my faded jeans and Metallica t-shirt.

The attire of the people entering should have been clue as to what I should have when walking through the front doors.

The place was immaculate with marble pillars lining the edges of the massive lobby that went up several stories with glass walkways and stairs that spiraled upward. Granite panels covered the walls and large framed pictures of what I assumed to be the management sat on front of those. The main entrance was guarded by the image of what could only be the CEO.

The tiger with a scar over his left eye and wearing an Italian leather coat greeted everyone with his undying stare. The rest of the paintings were intimidating with a wide array of both old and young, all in equally expensive attire and unsmiling all stood over-watch over the lobby, but it was the tiger that stuck in my mind.

I quickly walked over to the receptionist's desk which had a marble top and a small fish tank with some exotic fish with frilly fins and red and black scales. Behind it was a doe that greeted me.

"Welcome to Holiday Labs!" She was bubbly and full of optimism. Her name was Carolyn from both the name tag above her left breast and the bronze name plate that sat proudly at the edge of the desk. "Home to the most innovative medical advances and bringing it to your home. How can I help you?" She smiled.

I was nervous. The place was so overwhelming, but her smile helped a little. I was able to form a complete sentence. "I'm here about the internship." I had brought a clipping of the ad in case the receptionist didn't know what I was talking about. I showed it to her and she glanced at it.

He large spade shaped ears folded down. "I'm sorry." She said and folded her hooves together. "We just filled the last available position this morning."

"Oh." I folded up the paper and stuffed it back into my pocket, letting it wad up.

"If you would like, you can leave your name and phone number." She pulled out a clipboard from what must have been one of many drawers that she had access to. She held it up to me and I took it. "Just fill in on the line and we will contact you if a position does become available."

At least all wasn't lost. "Yeah." I sighed and looked at the clipboard. There were already a few other names already on the list before me. I reached for the cup with pens in it.

"Now that won't be necessary." A massive orange paw covered my own, stopping me in my tracks.

I gulped and looked up since I was eye level with a red silk pocket square that sat in the pocket of a suit that was then on a large, thick chest of the same tiger in the painting.

He was looking straight down at me with a smile that outlined his giant fangs that could easily tear out the throat of anyone in the lobby. I was most worried about the scared wolf below him.

"What's your name, son?" He asked and I dared not to make him wait. Tigers were big to being with, this one was giant. He towered over everyone in sight and by the way, everyone in sight had frozen to watch us. He was obviously on charge.

"C... Cory." I barely managed to say with a bit of a squeak in my voice that made me clear my throat and I almost spat out some spittle. I shudder to think what he would do with me if I did spit on him. "Cory Filler." It seemed better to give my full name.

He was unfazed, keeping a professional appearance while in the presence of us little folk. "Well, Mr. Filler, I'm Laurence Peshings, owner of Holiday Labs, and it seems that I've caught you at the perfect time, you lucky dog."

"Lucky?" I asked, confused.

"Yes." He nodded and leaned on the counter to look at the doe that seemed as if she was caught in a pair of headlights. "Sweetheart." He purred out. "Go ahead and put Mr. Filler here on the list for that internship. Mr. Gordon had opted out."

"Yes sir." She quickly snapped out of her daze and furiously began to type away at her computer with extreme prejudice.

"Is this okay with you?" He asked and I nodded. I was shocked. The CEO himself had come down just as I was about to leave and got me the job, on the list to try for the job. "Good" He clapped his large paws together, making a muffled slapping noise.

Soon a paw was on my back, ushering me out of the lobby and down a hall at the far end. Eyes were on me, not in fear, but what seemed to be grudging jealousy.

Mr. Peshings personally escorted me and as big and scary as he was, he was quite friendly and talkative.

"Holiday Labs was on the verge of bankruptcy when I came along." He spoke with his booming voice that cleared the way for us. "Robert Holiday had originally created the company to work for NASA. He developed all kinds of space age technology for them, but with the budget cuts over the years, NASA cut them loose and no one else was looking for a high tech firm like this one."

We stepped into a waiting elevator and I took notice that there were just as many basement levels as there were above ground floor. He hit a button and we began to go down.

"I saw the potential of this place immediately." Mr. Peshings boasted proudly as we waited for the agonizingly slow elevator to take us down into the belly of the beast. The LED display had stopped counting how far we were going and I was getting worried about where we were going, but the tiger kept talking with not a worry in the world.

"I bought it up after getting a loan from a few people who owed me. There were already research labs, equipment and all the logistics necessary to do anything that I wanted to do. For the price I paid, it was a steal." He snatched the air with his claws as if grabbing something from the air. "I quickly reorganized the company and went into medical research. Not just any research, but I wanted to bring medicine into the everyday house." He was really getting into his spiel and even when the elevator doors opened to white washed halls filled with people in face masks and smocks. He kept talking and walked forward and I followed.

"At first we focused on dermatology and fur care. We created shampoos and stuff like that, all boring." I half listened as I took in the sights.

The hall we were walking down was lined by viewing windows that peered into countless labs where white clothed scientists were busy at work with their test tubes and other sciency equipment.

"As time went on, I had an idea of expanding into genetics." He smiled down at me and we stopped at a door. "Sorry about chatting your ear off, Mr. Filler." He opened the door. "I get carried away when I talk about my company."

"It's fine." He extended a paw and I took it. I was glad that he didn't crush my hand in his giant paws that completely enveloped my own. Instead he had a firm, but very satisfying grip.

"This is where I leave you. Someone will be along very shortly to take care of you and fill you in on what you're going to be doing." He let go. "It's been a pleasure."

"Yeah. Thanks."

I entered the room and the door closed behind me. There wasn't much to the room. White walls, a metal desk, two metal chairs, very spartan.

I roamed around the room for a few minutes, but there wasn't anything interesting so I took a seat and waited.

I guess when you get personally escorted by the CEO, people didn't make you wait that long.

"Hello Mr. Filler." A red panda stepped through the door. He wore the kind of outfit that I saw doctors where, lab coat over a shirt with tie, fairly standard. "I'm Dr. Calden and I;m going to be asking you a few questions and then performing a quick physical. Then, if everything checks out, we'll get you set up and properly indoctrinated into your position." He walked around the table and set down several clipboards and manilla envelope filled with papers.

The questions were fairly basic. he asked about my medical history, some questions about my life, all stuff that I would expect to be asked by a doctor. It all seemed a little bit in depth for an internship. I was expecting an interview, but whatever floated their boat since I needed the job.

"Okay. This all checks out." He wrote down notes on one of the clipboards. "Now it's time for the physical." He stood up. "I'll need you to strip down entirely."

"What?" I blurted out and Dr. Calden looked up from his relentless scribblings. He crossed his arms and assumed that 'trust me, I'm a doctor' pose.

"This is a basic examination for the records. Here at Holiday Labs, we take everything seriously." He was a doctor and I didn't really have any reason not to trust him, plus I needed this job.

"Just caught me off guard." I said and began to strip down. I watched the red panda, he was to busy with more notes to watch me.

When I was finally in the nude, my clothes deposited on the chair I was sitting in, did the good doctor look up. I covered my genitals with my paws and had my tail wrapped protectively around my leg.

"This won't take long." He walked around me, looking me up and down and began his examination. He had me lean over, stretch, touch my toes, balance, a whole array of exercises, testing my points. He even had me bend over and spread my cheeks after performing a hernia test where he put his fingers under my balls and had me cough to the side.

"Everything looks good." He took off the pair of gloves he had put on just put them into one of his deep pockets. "You can put on your clothes now."

I did so quickly. The panda put me off guard. He was too professional, he never showed any emotion and moved in a very robotic fashion. I wondered how many other people he had questioned and then examined this day.

After putting back on my clothes, Dr. Calden led me out of the room. He wasn't as chatty as Mr. Peshings, instead we walked in silence as he led me through the long halls of the labs which were now empty. I got the feeling that it was late and the doctor just wanted to dump me off and get home. I was getting tired, but not as nearly eager to go back home and get haggled by the landlord for rent even though I had another two weeks.

"It's getting late, so let's make this quick." Dr. Calden came to a new room. We had left all of the labs behind and were now in a corridor with a long line of white doors that were numbered. He produced a key from his pocket and slid it into the door knob before turning it and then opening it. I followed him in.

"You'll be staying here." He said and showed me into what looked like one of the dorms from my college. There was a single bed, a dresser, table, television, fridge and another door that led to a small bathroom.

"Staying here?" I went over to the bed and pressed my hand down. The mattress wasn't a thick plastic slab like the college dorms that used cheap mattresses that I swore were from the military. It was soft and plush. "There wasn't anything in the ad about staying here."

"It will all make sense in due time." He sat down at a chair and I sat on the edge of the bed. "This is your contract." He pulled it out of one of the folders that he had failed to let out of his sight for any amount of time. I grabbed it and looked down at the impressive stack of papers. "In short, you will stay here during the duration of your employment. Living expenses, food, electricity, everything you need to live comfortably will be covered and you will be paid the twenty dollars an hour when you work on top of a stipend for being away from home. There are other ways to earn a bit more money, it's all in the contract."

"This is quite a bit." I flipped through the pages. There was a lot and I was overwhelmed by it all. I found the page with all the earnings and I could make some serious dough. There were a lot of zeroes. "What's this." I squinted and pointed at something called, "Carry Bonus." It alone would double the amount I was going to make which was already stacking up as I looked down the list.

"Your questions will be answered in due time." He assured me. "You don't have to sign now." He stood up and stretched, yawning. "Look it over and in the morning, I or someone else will be along to answer any questions you have." He opened the fridge. "There's food here for you and some clothes."

He walked over to the door. "Goodnight Mr. Filler and do make sure that you look at the contract carefully, it can be easy to miss the fine print." He stepped out and left me.

"What could he mean by that?" I said and set down the contract. I was too hungry at the moment. The contract was big, reading would come later.

The fridge had some prepackaged meals, like the ones that you could get on an airplane. I grabbed the meatloaf and mashed potatoes which I popped into the microwave and turned on the television, turning it to Two and a Half Lemurs. It wasn't as good as it used to be, but it made for good background noise as I investigated the dresser. There were generic brand clothes that could be bought in bulk for little cost.

The food finished and I grabbed it. I ate in front of the television at the small bedside table. I was still a little distraught at having been left here like this. It was really unusual for any place to have their employees, especially interns stay at the workplace. I didn't live that far and since I hadn't signed the contract, I technically didn't work for them. I wasn't really complaining, they did make sure that I was comfortable, but a little warning would have been nice.

The food was okay, not great, but it filled my stomach. I disposed of the plastic tray and fork in the provided bin and then took a shower. I stood under the spray for a moment. I did most of my thinking while in the shower. The hot spray relaxed me and let the thoughts flow from my head.

There was a lot of money at stake. Just from the small amount that I had gleaned when Dr. Calden was here, I was going to be making closer to forty-five dollars an hour for an eight hour day. I didn't even know if it was going to be an eight hour day either and if this lasted a while, then I would be walking away with a lot of dough, maybe even enough to pay off most of my loans. That was extremely tempting, but the doctor's words of warning had me on edge. What fine print was there?

I finished my shower and went back to the contract on the bed right where I left it. I thumbed through it and I could tell that this contract was solid. There was a lot of words that only a lawyer would know the meaning to. As far as I could tell, I was going to stay here all, if not most of the time I was an intern, I would help around the labs for the day and then go back to this room. I would be able to bring in personal belongings for entertainment and after a small probation period, I would be able to go out and even move back out into town at the cost of the stipend they were going to give me for living here. That was a the basics, there was so much more.

"Exposure to chemicals. Physical disfigurement." I grimaced. They were clear that while they would cover medical costs of any kind, they wouldn't take public responsibility for injuries that I may receive."

I kept reading, but I was getting tired. There was just so much to cover. "Carrier program." I read to myself, trying to stay awake. "If the intern is selected and has opted into the carrier program, they will be moved to housing in quadrant Q..." I yawned. It was the carrier program again which paid a massive amount of money for a reason that I couldn't find anywhere. There weren't any details about the carrier program other than that it would cause my internship to extend to a unspecified amount of time that was based on species. That was odd, I couldn't think of a reason as to why it would matter what my species was.

I decided that it would be best to ask about it in the morning. I put the contract on the table, turned off the television and slipped into bed.

The next morning started fast. I was woken up by knocking on the door and I groggily answered it.

"Good morning, Mr. Filler." It was another doctor, this one was a young red wolf. "May I come in?"

"Sure." I rubbed my eyes. I became aware that I was in my boxers and quickly put on a pair of shorts, one of the ones that were provided by the lab. They were a little large and forced me to pull them up every once in a while, but it was better than staying in my boxer since I had morning wood. My boxers were loose enough that it wasn't obvious that I was fully out of my sheath, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

"Thank you." He slipped in and closed the door. He was in the same get-up as the panda, but at least he didn't have any clipboards. "I hope your first night here was good."

"It was." I stretched. The bed was actually one of the best that I had slept in, in a long time. It wasn't a spring mattress, instead it was a memory foam and the blankets thick and plush. I was tempted to just jump back into bed and snuggle in them for another hour.

"Good. Good." He nodded. He had puppy ears that looked as if they never perked so they flopped whenever he moved his head. "I'm here to go over any questions you may have about the contract." He spotted it on the table and went over to it. "It's a big tricky thing, but it can really pay off once you sign." He said as if it was guaranteed that I was going to sign it.

"It really is." I chuckled and picked it up. "It's really tempting to just sign it. For what you're asking, you're might as well just throw money at me."

"You say that." He cocked his head. "You have any questions?"

"Just one." It had been bugging me since last night and even if I had more questions, I really had to know. "What's the carrier program."

"Oh." He seemed hesitant all of the sudden. "It's... uh... It's a new trial we're having for a product. We need... uhm." He seemed to be having trouble thinking of words to describe it. "We need test subjects, so we put that in there."

"So... What kind of trial is it?"

"I can't say." He said. "Not with a non employee."

I got the message. I had to sign the contract to know what it was.

"Signing this doesn't automatically enroll me does it?" I asked, cautiously.

"No." He said more confidently. "If you're eligible, you'll then be asked if you want to opt in. As of right now, if you sign the contract, you're just a standard intern."

"Hmm." I looked back down at the stack of papers that was thick enough to be a book. "Then I see no reason why not." I had read much of it, enough that there wasn't a reason not to sign.

"Great." The wolf perked up and gave me a pen.

I signed on the dotted line.

Work for Holiday Labs was harder than I thought. I helped with everything from mixing chemicals that smelled of ammonia to just plain janitorial work. Anything they wanted me to do, I did. It was no worse than any other job I had, but it wasn't really that great either. It was interesting to watch the people go to work. They didn't tell me what they were working on, but sometimes when I got a whiff of some of the chemicals, it made me dizzy and sent a warm sensation in my mid region. It was hard to explain, but I think that a lot of the labs were working on aphrodisiacs of some kind. They were trying to bring medical science to homes and sex was most definitely a marketable subject.

After a week, I was allowed a short trip home where I grabbed my belongings, books, movies, my video games, they didn't care and it was going to be nice to have something to do other than watch sitcoms.

It was after two weeks that the red wolf approached me again. I had seen him on many occasions now. I suppose he was my liaison or something, my connection to the company who answered all of my questions which weren't many. I took many things at face value and figured that I would learn about anything that I need to know and if I didn't need to know it, it wasn't important.

He checked on me once or twice a day, stopping by at the end of my shifts to just say hi and see if I needed anything. He was very friendly and once I had gone through the small probation period, even took me out where we walked the streets. I needed an escort to go out since a lot of the work that Holiday Labs was doing was still all hush hush. They didn't want me talking about anything that I saw, not that I could make sense of the complicated chemical compounds that were written up in boards. They had carbon chains that stretched entire walls.

At first, the visits were just friendly and were an opportunity for me to talk to someone. The people in the labs that I was put under liked to talk, but they liked to talk about their jobs and what they were doing. On more than one occasion, I found myself just sitting there as this one particular tabby ranted for nearly an hour about amino acids and something about brain chemistry. I had no idea what he was talking about that and he didn't care that I couldn't follow him as he spoke to me about dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin. It sounded like drugs that I would get at the local pharmacy. He just wanted to talk.

Ron. Did I mention his name was Ron?

Ron let me talk about what I wanted to talk about and mostly kept quiet about his job. He made it clear that he didn't like to talk about work when he was away from work. I get that, leave the stress back there.

He took me to a smoothie joint that he swore had the best strawberry-banana smoothie in the city. He wasn't wrong as far as I could tell, that drink was liquid magic flowing down my throat.

We did other things. I needed more stuff to make my room more homey since there wasn't really any restrictions on what I did in my room as long as it was legal and could fit down the elevator. Ron was there and took me out shopping.

I didn't think much of his friendliness. He was just a nice guy, but as time went on and I was approaching my third week at the labs, it changed.

A paw rested on my thigh. The weight of it tingled through my jeans as I sat near the back of the movie theater watching the trailers before the latest Marvel movie. I had been distracted by some coyote complaining about his roommate taking his keys, but this took my attention back to the wolf next to me.

I didn't move. I looked with my peripherals at Ron who sat with on paw holding his popcorn and the other was slithered under the armrest where his paw sat on my thigh. He was looking forward, a piece of popcorn was sticking to his chin fur that he liked to grow out a little.

I didn't really know what to do. This was sudden, it felt sudden, but now I was aware that everything had built up to this. He was friendly, started with small outings that grew in frequency and went later and later into the day. He took more of his free time to spend it with me. He had been taking me out on dates and I hadn't noticed one bit.

"Uhm." I shifted in my seat and his hand quickly shot back to hold onto his popcorn. He was worried now, his ears were pinned back to his head. He thought that he had just screwed up, pulled off the classic movie move and failed. I was still thinking, but I wasn't opposed to where this was going. Why should I? I was single, young and I did have those moment of loneliness at time where I wondered what it would be like to held someone in my arms.

The only reason that I could think about to not just break this off was work. We were kind of like colleagues in a way. I may have just been an intern that for some reason lived at work and was paid as much as a full time employee and he may have been an actual employee, but that was close enough that I wondered if there was a policy against dating inside the workplace. I guess there was one way to find out and Ron was there to answer my questions.

"What's the policy on dating people you work with?" I leaned over and whispered. I kept my eyes on the screen, watching a trailer for some other Marvel movie. They really liked to pack Marvel films with Marvel trailers.

His ear flicked back up. "Keep it professional at work." He whispered back and then looked at me. "Think you can do that?" He said even though I could clearly see his paw going back to my leg. He walked his claws up the denim stitching on the side on my leg, tracing it.

"I..." I shivered when he crossed my leg to my inner thigh where I was sensitive. "I think I can do that."

We were at the back of the movie theater, under an overhang that made where we were sitting almost completely dark. Unless someone insane shined a flashlight on us, no one could see us and I had a feeling that Ron had chosen these seats for the advance screening of the film on purpose.

My pants were getting tight. I could feel my sheath swelling, rebelling against the denim that held it in, keeping it from growing more.

ZZZzZzzZip. The zipper of my jeans came down slowly, getting caught halfway down and required a firm tug to pull down.

There was a rustle of the popcorn that was being set down on the ground to free up a paw that quickly undid my button which shot open. My plump sheath was barely visible in the low light, outlined under my boxers. There was the slightest hint of moisture near the top, just under the elastic band.

His eyes were focused on me even though the movie was now starting with a spectacular action scene that neither of us cared about. There would be other times to watch it. The movie was going to be here tomorrow and the next day, this moment on the other hand was passing by the second.

I moved my rump up a bit to loosen some of the fabric for Ron as he fished my silver sheath out of the front slip of my boxers, exposing it to the fresh air. Two inches immediately slid out. Two inches of shiny, red cock poked free.

"Oh, that's what I like to see." He hummed and cupped my balls with a paw that was buried in my trousers while his other hand slid back several more inches of my cock until my knot was the only thing still left packaged.

I was breathing hard and bit down on my lip to keep from making too much noise. I hadn't jerked off the entire time I was at Holiday Labs. I was afraid that there was a camera somewhere to make sure I behaved. The place was high tech enough to hide a camera anywhere.

Ron quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching us which was ridiculous. No one sat in the back and everyone but us were watching to movie that was doing a fine job drowning out the noise we were making.

The wolf licked his lips, quickly glancing up and me and then back down to my groin. He leaned down and breathed on me. I shivered and he squeezed my orbs. I rewarded him with a muffled yip. He really liked that.

"You smell so good." His tongue was out of his mouth and a single drop of saliva dropped from the tip of his tongue and landed right on my tapered tip. It must have spurred him into action as he moved his head down more and soon I was wriggling a half inch into his mouth.

My heart was pounding. We were really doing this in a movie theater. All it took was for one person to come back for any reason to catch us. Public sex, or in this case, sodomy was illegal. It was indecent, but so hot, but not as hot as that tongue that guided more and more of me down his gullet.

He slurped a mixture of saliva and bobbed his head up and down, going all the way to my sheath and then back up where he teased my hole with his tongue. My popcorn bag was crushed, scattering its contents all around as I couldn't help but tense every muscle in my body as I was serviced by this strapping young wolf.

I didn't last long. His paws massaged my balls and squeezed my rapidly engorged knot that was now actually to large to come out of the sheath.

I bit into my sleeve and I moaned and let loose three weeks of pent up wolf. I could feel the cum travel up my cock and spurt into his hungry mouth. He quickly drank down every last drop that I had to give him,

My head rolled back and I clenched tightly onto the arm rest. The popcorn bag had disappeared somewhere under the seats in front of me.

When I was done, Ron lifted his head back up and gave my throbbing erection that was now softening, a quick kiss before he helped slide it back into my boxers. I was too much of a panting mess to do it myself.

One minute later, it was all sealed up, albeit a little uncomfortably, but I was in my afterglow with a hot, sexy wolf holding onto my arm and leaning into my shoulder as we watched the rest of the film.

We didn't talk much on the way back and it was once we were back in the labs, scanning in with our ID cards and all the way back at my room did Ron speak up.

"You've been cleared for the Carrier program." He said, his hands were in his pockets. "I got the message this morning."

I had forgotten about it. Like I said, I took things at face value so when I didn't really hear about it after signing the contract, I figured that I wasn't chosen.

"Really?" I fished my key from my pocket and slid it into the door, twisting the knob and letting us both in.

"Yeah." He took his usually seat at the bedside table. I liked to sit on the bed and from there we would eat, talk, watch television, whatever. "I had been pushing for it for a bit." He meekly smiled.

"Didn't know that you had that kind of power." I didn't know what kind of position he held here, but, no offense to him, it didn't seem that high up.

"Not usually, but the word of an employee can get you pretty far." He kicked off his shoes. He had been here enough that he was pretty relaxed. I did the same and kicked up my feet over the bed and laid down. Normally, Ron would stay where he was, but this time be went over to the bed and laid down next to me.

"So..." I threw my arms back over my head. "Can you tell me more about it now."

There was no avoiding the question anymore. "It's a drug trial. Pretty remarkable stuff."

"Drugs do a lot of stuff, Ron. For instance, that crazy Rat in Lab B-Two won't stop talking about how Viagra works. He knows too much about the chemistry of that pill."

Ron chuckled. "Doctor Foley can be like that." He scooted a little closer to me. I could feel the warmth of his body, the sweat that was on him from being out all day. There was a bit more stirring in my pants, but it wasn't so urgent this time. "Though he's actually one of the main researchers for the Carrier program."

"Are you making Viagra?" I asked. "I think that breaks some copyright laws."

"Not exactly." He moved his foot over closer to mine. I watched as he tried to wrestle with my toes. I fought back. "This is more... potent?"

"So, it makes me super horny?"

"That could be one of the effects." He was winning, his red furred toes were pinning my own silver toes that had small speckles of gold and I was trying to slip out with difficulty.

"I thought this company was bringing medicine to the common man."

"The common man likes to be horny." He pinned me and I cheated by bringing my other foot in and he grunted when I pushed his foot off of mine. All bets were off now.

"Touché." I gave him that and after a bit more of foot wrestling, he cheated by hip checking me. "Hey." I rolled to the side and threw my leg over his.

"You interested." He grabbed my hips and tried to push me but I twisted some more so that he ended up pushing my other leg onto him. He then moved his hands up my hips to my sides where he tried to tickle me. I wasn't that ticklish so that gave me the opening I needed to roll on top of him.

"A little." I sat on his chest and looked down at him. "I think that being horny might not be a bad idea at the moment."

"I do have to warn you." He massaged my sides now, the wrestling had ended as quickly as it had begun. "There are side effects."

"Lightheadedness, drowsiness, upset stomach..." I listed as many side effects that I could from the various commercials that I had watched.

"Missed calling a doctor if erection lasts longer than four hours."

"How could I forget." I bopped myself on my forehead.

"But this drug is experimental and is supposed to be a fertility aid."

"Interesting. Am I expected to get someone knocked up for the test." I teased him, rubbing my hands under his shirt and across his chest. His fur was mostly soft that was laid over his toned muscles and hard pecs. He was quite built, but not so much to be an eyesore.

"I wouldn't think so." There was a glimmer in his eyes. "But would you really be against having pups?"

An odd question, a tease? I sat on his chest for a bit too long so instead I just answered the next one. "You know what? I was worried that the carrier program was going to be a lot worse than just a fertility drug. I'll give it a try."

"Really?" He sounded as if I wasn't, but he got really excited and tried to sit up, but I was on his chest so I quickly scooted back, rubbing my rump across his bulge. "Wait right here." He got up and ran out of the room without putting on his shoes.

He was back in five minutes with a non descriptive white container.

"Is that it?" I pointed at the bottle.

"This is it." He opened it up and reached in. The pill was small and clear with small numbers printed on its side.

"Don't I have to sign some papers before you just hand me one of those at nearly..." I looked at the alarm clock. "Ten at night."

"I just have to change a few things on the computer, that's it." He held out his paw with the pill on it. He was really eager, his tail was wagging at a high speed behind him. It didn't really seem so important, but I guess he had his reasons to be excited. Doctor Foley was really excited about Viagra.

I picked it up and he watched me intently. "Bottoms up." I popped the pill into my mouth. It was small enough that I could swallow it without water. "How long before we do whatever tests you need to do?"

He looked at his watch. "Once it gets into your bloodstream, you should we should see effects almost immediately. So, twenty minutes."

"Wow." I patted my stomach. "What should I expect."

"It varies." He took my paw and led me over to the bed, kicking the door shut as he did so. I guess he was spending the night with me. "We'll see very shortly."

I laid down and he laid down behind me, throwing an arm around my midsection where he breathed into my neck fur. "I was worried at the movie theater. I was afraid that you weren't getting the messages I was sending you for the past few weeks."

"I can be blind sometimes, but I just needed a bit of a push to see what you were doing." I was very self conscious about myself at the moment. Ron said that the drug took effect quickly and I was trying to feel for any change. I focused on everything from my toes to my crotch, but it was still too early.

"I'm glad it worked out." He rubbed my stomach, drawing small circles around my belly button. "This makes me so happy, and now that you've agreed to the program, it's all the better."

"Why do you care so much that I'm in the program?" I asked. It was too late to go back now I suppose. "The drug affects people based on their hormone levels. The past few weeks, you've had high testosterone level." How did he know that? They hadn't taken samples of any kind from me. "But after today, they should be lower now."

"Why does that matter?" I peaked over my shoulder at him.

"Well."

I felt something in my body change. "Why does it matter?" I said again, this time with a bit of a bite to my tone. I tried to turn around, but I got light headed.

"For the drug to work, you need high levels of either the male hormone or the female hormone or low levels, either way works." He had a small grin as I pressed my palm to my forehead.

Something was changing in me. I stumbled away from the bed, sliding off of it and falling to my knees.

"You really liked those smoothies, those vegan smoothies that had soy."

"Which has estrogen in it." I finished the thought.

"Small and usually negligible amounts." He slid off of the bed and went to me. He took my paws in his and I wanted to bite him for whatever he was doing to me. "But with your testosterone levels down, I think that it's enough."

He pressed my paws to my chest which felt more full. My god, I was growing breasts. There were filling in rapidly and were extremely sensitive. I had to check on something else.

I got up fast, and leaned against the wall while I fumbled with my pants. I let them drop to the ground. The bulge that had greeted me so many times in the past was noticeably smaller and shrinking.

"No." I yelled out and literally tore my underwear off my crotch, ripping them with my claws.

My sheath was half of its normal size. My balls were tucked so tightly against me that I could barely see them as my body sucked my testicles into itself. The sack became tight and taunt until there was no longer any sign that there was a scrotum there.

The sheath faded slowly, the opening grew though, becoming less of a spot and more long and puffy as the sheath faded into me. Just like that I had a vagina.

"The breasts aren't that big." Ron said. He was looking me up and down with an obvious look of approval.

They weren't that big and looking at them, they could still be considered as to belonging to a male. Most of my features were still male. The only thing that had been extremely affected was my manhood, now replaced by a swollen mound.

Ron walked over to me and I snapped at him. He didn't stop. Instead he caressed my cheek and I got a good smell of him. Before, it was just a musky smell that was a little sweet and a little bitter, but in the end, it was just sweat. Now it was different, it was the same smell, but now it was so alluring. The anger just faded from me, suddenly I was filled with a heat.

I leaned into his touch and he smiled, his other paw was undoing his pants. "I think that the results are good and it's time to move onto the next step."

His pants fell to the ground and he kicked them off along with his underwear. He took off his shirt as well and then he was standing before me naked with his red sheath with a white ring of fur around the top. The smallest hint of pink protruded from it.

Without his clothes to keep his male musk contained, the room was filled with his scent which made my loins ache, physically ache. The spade shaped mound that was now my vagina was so swollen and gave off its own smell. It was a smell that I recognized. It reminded me of my own smell when I still had a cock, but with something else that every male canine knew too well. I was in heat and with Ron's male scent swirling around me, I couldn't think straight or stop him from sinking his fingers into me.

I clenched with unfamiliar muscles around his digits that he pushed into me all the way to his knuckle. It was tight and whole new feelings rushed through me and I instantly became wet.

He pulled out quickly and I felt empty inside. I wanted him. I wasn't even angry anymore with him.

Ron grinned at me. More of him was showing out of his sheath and he pushed me back onto the bed so that I was on my back and he stood over me. He began to rub himself and I watched, dazed and enraptured at the sight of his long, thick cock spill out of him, red knot and all. When he was fully erect, he stood at an impressive eight or nine inches and that knot was already large and bulbous, the size of a small fist and I knew that it would grow bigger with stimulation.

"When I first saw you." He closed his eyes, some wetness escaped his tip and ran down his maleness. "I knew that I wanted you." He leaned down over me, his cock hovered above my heat swollen mound. I wanted it in me so much. I couldn't think of anything else and was barely able to comprehend his words.

I let out a needy whimper and licked up and the bottom of his chin.

"That's right." He cupped my chin in his paw. "You need me too." He teased me some more, running his sticky fingers that had been the first things inside my sex around my sensitive folds.

"Fuck me." I managed to growl out.

"That's the plan." He said and thrust his hips forward. His tapered cock had no trouble finding its way right into my virgin sex. His, hot rod speared into me, stretching me wide, almost too wide.

Red flashes of pain and pleasure flashed across my eyes as he sunk halfway into me and farther than those fingers of his.

I screamed out, unable to contain the feelings that my mostly male body had no idea how to handle. I grabbed the bed sheets, balling them in my fists as I felt every inch of this stud sink more and more into me. My incredible wetness made for a long, slurping sound until I felt him hit something deep in me. My cervix, tight and newly formed created a barrier and a natural stopping point for him.

He stayed there, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of having my tight hole clamped around him and I felt his warm cock inside of me, touching me where I never thought I could be touched. I felt his cock jump at every heartbeat.

He slowly pulled back out, leaving my snatch feeling void and cold, but it was soon filled again as he pushed back into me, as far as physically possible. My cervix stopped him just shy of his knot, but each thrust that rocked the bed pushed against it, sending shock waves of pure bliss thought my body.

I wrapped my legs around his waists and grabbed onto his back fur with both paws, pulling his head down into my chest where he breathed hard onto my perky nipples, occasionally licking them. His hips thrust back and forth, seesawing into me.

"Harder!" I demanded and he eagerly obliged. His desperate attempted to get farther into me we beginning to work. My cervix, new and still young, couldn't hold up much more and slowly gave way. His tip pushed into me even more into my womb and I felt a bit of stretching as his knot was trying to take up residence.

His cock, thick and swelling, tugged at my walls even with my juices and his pre lubricating me and it felt like he could pull out my insides when he pulled out half way, only to push everything back into me when he slammed into me, burying that bone of his.

The angry knot of his popped into me, but it didn't stay there. He wasn't ready yet and he pulled it free with a quick snap of his hips. It hurt so much and I bit my tongue holding back another scream. He stretched me to my limits, pushing that knot that kept growing and growing, approaching the size of an apple. Each time he pulled it out, it became a little harder to push back into me.

My orgasm came suddenly. I wasn't aware of the heat building up in me. Everything just spasmed. My walls tightened around Ron, coaxing a murr from him. I threw my head back into the bed sheets that were laced with the scent of sex. I couldn't control myself as I felt a wetness begin to trickle down my thighs from violent orgasm that pushed Ron to the limits of his endurance.

His final thrust pushed him deeper than before. The tip of his cock pressed into the back of my womb and his knot slipped into me for the last time, disappearing as my folds ate it up. He jumped inside of me as the first jets of his volatile seed spurted deep in me. I could feel it, every burst of his cum, the way his cock pulsed and his tail flagged, pushing more and more of his seed to fill my insides.

He gripped me tightly, pulling me closer to him so he could push just a little farther into me. He pumped and pumped and I felt myself begin to extend a bit. His knot locked it all deep inside of me, letting it sit and swirl around inside of me.

Then he collapsed on top of me, totally exhausted and out of breath from his performance. I could feel him still trickling out the last bits of his cum that added to the already copious amounts that were locked into me, into my womb. It felt like there was a burning hot rod stabbed into me, warming my insides and I relished in the feeling as slumber took a hold of me.

One month later I was sitting at my table. I had moved out of the labs. The room they had provided me was just too small and I needed the comfort of a home, not a dorm room.

I sipped from my coffee, enjoying the dark roast as I read the paper. This was how I spent most mornings since I was often a bit sick in the mornings and a warm drink helped settle down the morning sickness.

"I thought I would find you here?" A familiar voice perked my ears and my tail wagged automatically behind me.

"Where else?" I set down the paper as Ron came into the kitchen with a box in his hands. He placed it on the table and sat across from me. "I don't really go anywhere anymore."

"You can go for a walk or something?" He crossed one leg over the other.

"You calling me fat." I raised an eyebrow.

"Well..." He eyed my gut which was larger than what most would consider normal.

"Oh, shut up." I waved him off and focused on the box. "What's that?"

"This?" He picked it back up. "This is for you." He pushed it across the table.

"How sweet." I rolled my eyes, though I was interested. Who didn't like getting presents? The box was a non descriptive cardboard box sealed with packaging tape. I slid a claw under the tape and with a flick of the wrist, cut it cleanly.

Ron watched from his seat as I quickly opened the box and pulled out the gift. "What do you think?" He asked with a large smile on his face.

I held up the blue one piece, though it wasn't for me, it was too small for me, it was about the size of my forearm, or rather the size of a pup. There were a few more in the box along with pacifiers and other baby supplies.

"I think that we're going to need to get a bigger place."