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The soft hiss of the door and the flare of room lights roused Jeremy from his slumber, a whining yawn leaving the wolf's muzzle as he sat up. Chasing away the cobwebs with a shake of his head, he blinked a few times till his eyes adjusted and the face of his visitor came into focus. “Good morning, Subject 12.” Getting to his footpaws the wolf stood fully, his over two meter frame dwarfing the human female on the other side of the glass. “Good morning, Director.” The first few months here had been rough. Captured by your sworn enemy, whisked away to ancestors knew where for medical experiments, looked at like an animal instead of a sapient being... It was the eventual inability to justify his own people's similar treatment of their human captives during his long incarceration that got him to cease his constant threatening overtones. Making junior researchers and techs cry only made life harder for him.

The woman before him always seemed to wear that same stony expression. She wasn't anything impressive physically by human standards; about half his height, only the odd tuft of fur on her head humans called 'hair' curled up in a bun to protect fair skin, the ever present lab coat giving him only hints of what she was like beneath even as he was allowed naught but his natural gray coat. 'Site Director Vedis' nevertheless held the respect of all those around her. Even Jeremy begrudgingly cooperated now, if only for convenience's sake. After all, even the faint hope of escape was all the more likely when they didn't watch his every movement.

Director Vedis tapped her fingers across one of the screens facing away from him, only the warped reflection in her glasses giving him even the slightest hint of what lay on it, the woman meeting his gaze every so often as a wrist mounted computer chirped at her. “Anything to report?” It was the same question every day. They both knew by now she knew more than he did about his state, each asking a psychological technique more than a genuine inquiry. “I should ask you the same thing, given you've been feeding me something new the last few days.” His captor pursed her lips just a moment before returning to her normal poker face, not deigning to answer his question.

One of the screens he could see lit up with a diagram of himself, current biological parameters updated every few seconds. Despite his captivity and their experimentation he'd managed to keep himself in shape, muscle mass remaining relatively constant even if his endurance had suffered in the relatively small enclosure. The lower O2 these apes needed for their smaller bodies had left him winded for a good portion of his stay at any major exertion, but he seemed to be adapting if he remembered the human script right. There was probably enough there to know what they were doing to him, but it was a clever sleight of hand. Most of both species could read the other's writing and understand it in a general sense, but here they used all sorts of obscure symbols and names for things until he might as well be looking at gibberish. The compounds monitored in his blood could be anywhere from blood glucose to mind control agents.

“You're mocking me, Director.” A crack in the stony visage when she smiled. “Void forbid. You're coming along quite well. I plan to move you along in testing today.” Jeremy growled a bit in a mix of frustration and disquiet. “Dissection already?” The attempt at humor felt weak even to him, the awkward moment hanging there as she typed away. As he finally opened his muzzle to break the silence again there was a new hissing, the only solid wall in his holding pen rising up to reveal a larger area, several more of the station's staff visible beyond the nearly transparent cage. Every one of them women like Vedis, a few he recognized from various experiments, others new. “Given these readings, I believe you will find the results agreeable, Subject 12. Congratulations on being the winner in our arms race.”

What, exactly, she'd meant by that was irritatingly vague. As he'd moved through the new area, finding the larger provided bed a marked improvement from the too small one he'd endured until now, his mind raced with possibilities. The long running war between their kinds was practically a way of life now. Each side blamed the other for starting it, their own near myths of the origins of hostilities recited without question as they tried to wipe each other out. Entire systems rendered uninhabitable, weapons of terrible destruction and cruelty turned against the other in the constant need of an edge. It wasn't until the genophage that open warfare began to grind to a halt after so many generations they were influencing the other's collective evolutions. Each side had thought it a sure victory. A final blow that would render the other unable to fight simply because they couldn't replace what they lost.

Who ever would have thought each would do it to the other?

By the time birthrates began to plummet among both species, it was far too late to consider the true consequences. Human males were rendered sterile and impotent, Lupos females barren and cold. Even the rare intersex members could not evade the biological warfare's path. The battles raged as hot as ever for several years after, each side believing it could undo what the other had put upon them easily, or perhaps find an immune or untouched population. Simple logistics eventually turned the centuries long hot war cold, the guns going silent even as the clandestine elements of both societies continued their efforts. The population crash had shaken both empires, and staring extinction in the face within a generation made once unbelievable actions probable.

As Jeremy glanced over the women observing him, some scribbling notes, others prepping equipment, others busily typing, he felt his body tensing in the classic fight or flight response. What he might do if he didn't like where this was going was at best an exercise in fantasy. He was aboard a human controlled space station in the middle of who knows where, basically alone, unarmed, and chipped with whatever control mechanisms they felt necessary. “Calm down, please. You are in no danger.” The momentarily forgotten woman behind him chided him as one might a rowdy pup. “Lie back upon the bed and we will get started.”

The large wolf grumbled, pausing a few moments before complying. All refusing would do would momentarily inconvenience them. Adjusting here and there, his tail comfortably between his legs, Jeremy sighed and did his best to relax. “Good. Look towards your feet.” As he did so, the next command came. “Subject 12 immobilize.” The familiar tingle of electronics usurping his nervous system preceded his extremities leaving his control, his body stuck in its current position as Vedis' voice joined with another unseen door hissing open. “This part may become unnecessary with your cooperation in the future. Consider that as the experiment proceeds.”

Two sets of footsteps approached as he took in that last bit, the confusion on his face slowly fading as a familiar scent he or any male of his species hadn't encountered in years began to filter in. It made no sense. There was no way the humans had not just one, but two fertile females of his kind, much less that they'd ever bring them near him! But with each breath his body responded, the dearth of release of any kind since his incarceration suddenly rushing to the forefront of his awareness. A growling whimper left his lips as the footsteps stopped out of his sight, the heavy balls resting between his legs suddenly unbearably full as his sheathe began to part bit by bit. What little he could see of the ones observing him seemed a mix of interest and disgust, their eyes on the females out of his view more often than not when the latter expression dominated.

There was a bit of shuffling, the sound of cloth hitting the floor, as one of the fertile scents grew stronger. Fear and apprehension were mixed in. The huge wolf wished he could move, eager to pin, soothe, and breed for the first time in years, but was only able to wait as his tapered shaft poked more and more from its home, a musky sheen all across it to join in the aromas filling the chamber. His hips tried to thrust reflexively in his pheromone induced excitement, eyes dilating even as the lights were dimmed, his breathing turning to panting as a proper rut fell upon his unprepared mind.

“Go on. We're right here.” The distinctly human voice confused him, conflicting with his nose and every instinct screaming at him to breed. Glancing at the observers he noticed most of them suddenly at attention, the familiar form of Site Director Vedis clearly chewing them out passing by his line of sight before the view was blocked by the source of the more intense scent. A human female, not much taller than Vedis, nude as the day she was born. Somewhere in his fogged mind he recognized her from some of the initial experimentation days, the mocha skinned chocolate haired woman fidgeting with her hair with one hand, the other moving to brush through his coat. For a human she was quite the specimen, wide hips to carry and bear pups, breasts that could fill even his large paws ready to feed young, a curve to every feature and a softness to her form that called to him in his fog. Fingers traced his muscles through his pelt, his broad shoulders and chiseled chest covered in ashen fur explored nervously. The same voice from before urged her on, the young woman starting to report physical observations. Her descriptions grew less and less professional as the painfully long minutes ticked by, what he could see of her face showing she was reacting to him as much as he was reacting to her.

When her hand moved to his thigh the sensation was enough to trigger another reflex. What would, with his own species, be a sign of the female getting in position either on top or below and her tail brushing his inner thighs caused a sudden spray of his prefluids across the unprepared human. She yelped in surprise as the cloudy, oily fluids coated her face, hair, and tits, but did not seek to wipe it away. Instead he watched incredulously as she leaned down to kiss the tip of his tapered shaft, the hand that'd been messing with her hair now moving to smear his discharge across her soft skin. A few attempted prompts from the associate still out of sight got no reaction, the enamored woman's lips spreading to take in the tip and more. The warm wet mouth got another gusher of pre meant to slick up the female's cunt for deeper penetration, bulging out her cheeks with much more running from her lips as she tried to gulp it down. “She's not responding to me anymore. Me? Yes, I'm...I'm fine. I-” A long pause is followed by a sigh. “My apologies, Director. It's just...I don't like this. Is this really- ...yes ma'am...”

The dusky skinned female seemed oblivious to the one sided argument nearby, both hands moving around Jeremy's shaft as increasing length and girth was exposed rapidly. Her pleasured moans and the sloppy sounds of her using his pre and musk to slick up his cock grew ever louder, nearly drowning out the sound of the second set of footsteps moving into view. A tanned, black haired woman with a frustrated look on her face moved to the enamored female, grabbing her hips and lifting her up with surprising strength. Unwilling or unable to stop, the other female didn't even react until the sopping cunt radiating that intoxicating scent was placed right over Jeremy's nose. Without hesitation she began to grind on his muzzle, smearing her honey across his frozen face, his every instinct demanding he bury his tongue deep inside. The inability to only made his reflexive efforts all the stronger, the next blast of cloudy precum gushing hard enough to spurt from the heated female's nose.

Director Vedis' voice once more came over the speakers, cool and collected as always. “When you demonstrate obedience and restraint enough to not harm those with you, the paralysis will be foregone.” He silently cursed her, the timing intentional as every part of him sought to comply. He wanted to grab those hips and bring her to screaming bliss despite her being the enemy. He wanted to split those lower lips and seed her till she was swollen and waddling, his puppies growing inside her. He couldn't think of how her species had killed his own's posterity, merely how well those wide hips would deal with popping out a new one...

When she pulled off him, he gave a needy whine even as what little remained of his reason balked at being driven to such by a human. Yet the look on her face as she turned around, front sloppy with his output, was enough to tell him she was in the same position. Drugged up on pheromones until she couldn't think of the cross species blasphemy they were committing, he watched as she stood fully erect, legs on either side of him, his cock painting her legs in pre as she dribbled her own honey in anticipation. A hand moved down to spread her lower lips, the other grabbing the throbbing tip of his shaft, taking aim as she lowered herself.

Even by Lupos standards he was quite the stud, females delighting in how he could fill them up so full even before he knotted them. By human standards he was freakishly enormous. The shaft she now intended to take inside her was easily larger than her arm. He kept waiting for her associate to stop her, yet as those sopping lips spread for him she never did. The thought that he was actually expected to breed her finally crossed his mind, the worry of what they'd done to him suddenly fighting with the eons of conditioned studding instincts now in control.

The tapered tip let him slide inside with almost no resistance, her cunt straining wider and her descent slowing before a spurt of pre made her quiver and her knees buckle a bit. Her belly visibly bulged as she squeaked, his still spurting tip now pressed to her cervix with not even a third of his dick inside her. Her hands were set upon his chest, her moisture shined melons wobbling before his eyes, as her hips began to move. She never let him out, always keeping at least half of what she could take inside, but routinely took him as deep as possible and rolled her hips provocatively, teasing the tip across that inner ring. His near constant spray of prefluids kept her a sopping mess, their mixed pheromonal cloud getting even to her associate as the woman's hand disappeared in her still worn labcoat.

Unable to move or talk, there was nothing he could do as he was edged and teased by the smaller female, his muscles straining impotently to grab her and pull her down, fill her properly, stretch her body around his cock and knot her like the bitch she was. For a time he wondered if they'd altered that part of his biology, but when his swollen and heavy balls refused to deliver the load they were brewing even as the mocha beauty rode him for the better part of an hour, screeching in delight regularly as her body found its release, his lust fogged mind grew more desperate for his own even as it looked more likely none would come. Even as his tip found purchase from time to time in the spongy barrier defending her womb, squirting his still virile pre inside that heated chamber, he himself found no relief.

After an age that still felt far too short, his balls painfully packed and still unable to give her what she wanted, the experiment was ended. “We'll have to hope that's enough for now. Sedate them and we'll clean up here.” Vedis' words sent his tightly wound body into a near panic, hiss of the hyponeedle sedative on his would-be bitch's skin getting his body to try one last effort to cum...merely squeezing out another batch of sperm-infused precum as the shivering woman fell asleep atop him. His own followed not long after, the world spinning and his imagination putting swollen domes on every woman in view before consciousness left him.

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The now customary wooziness and dry mouth of a sedation greeted him as he returned to awareness. His belly rumbled as the aroma of his next meal caught his attention, the scents of fecund female still dancing about in his chamber and leaving his cock half hard and leaking as he descended upon lunch. While still painfully blue balled, he could at least think straight now and found a mix of disgust and desire warring for attention. The open shower was next on the list, the wolf attempting to rid himself of the pheromonal triggers that still haunted his imagination. Scrubbing and washing and brushing did little but re-excite him, a frustrated growl echoing off the tiles and his erection bobbing expectantly before him as he turned to see Vedis watching from her usual spot. “What do you want now?” His tone was harsher than he intended, though it matched his anger. She merely gestured towards him, eyes assessing his current state coolly. “I noticed you hadn't found your present. It turns out changing that trigger for your species is far harder than we thought, so we're working on alternatives. In the meantime, we made you something for the blue balling. It was not intentional, I assure you.”

Glancing towards the new area again, he saw what she meant. Now that his body was clear of the mess from before, he finally noticed where the still lingering scent was coming from. What looked like a plastic version of one of his race's females was bent over, tail raised, a surprisingly lifelike cunt leaking those same intoxicating pheromones and beckoning to him. “For your health.” The nasty look he gave her didn't phase the stony female, even as he made clear he at least had an idea of what they were doing. Not that he had much choice in the matter. Even the most stalwart of males of his kind could be brought to heel by their females in heat, some of the more fecund causing dependency. It was part of why the genophage had been so devastating, with the need for addiction treatments skyrocketing among the males since it'd swept the population.

With his cock making a mess of the floor with each thud of his heart, he padded over to the faux female. “I assume there will be no privacy as usual?” Vedis merely shook her head, tapping upon the thing on her wrist. With a sigh he looked over his new 'friend', the 'freshly made' smell still on it even as the heated aroma drown most everything out. With a sigh and a deep breath he positioned himself, cock tip slipping in and synthetic flesh wrapping around him. With a soft wurf he thrust forward, the deepness and heat of a properly sized female's cunt making his toes curl after so long without. Half his dick disappeared in the first thrust, the rest worked inside slowly as he began to fuck in earnest. His paws wrapped around the middle of the fake female, head hanging over her shoulder as he panted in excitement, hips bucking to drive himself deep. They'd apparently taken the time to bolt it to the floor, his efforts not moving her at all no matter how hard he rutted. Clenching his teeth, resolving to really put it through its paces, he redoubled his efforts even as his endurance struggled to keep up.

Adrenaline and pure need pushed him past his shamefully lax limits, lungs and limbs burning even as his balls demanded relief. His tip found a tight ring deep within, one that seemed remarkably similar to those he recalled and only further fueling his desires. They'd gone all out to replicate one of his own kind's cunt and womb, even down to the penetration and painting of the womb by the male. As his already expanding knot met those cunt lips, his tip rubbing along the quivering synthflesh deep inside, he felt his reason slipping away and his imagination taking over. His one time mate, having caught the genophage before they could consummate their bond, now replaced the unfeeling toy, his teeth catching her neck and paws tightening between her topmost and secondary breasts as he drove that lump of flesh within. He could practically hear the howl of delight as it bloated to tie them together, his cock gushing fresh pints of pre into her to trigger her ovulation.

As the synthflesh contracted around his knot he finally felt that sweet twinge in his balls, eyes clenched tight as they pulled up. The thick cumvein strained wide to deliver it all, stretching the faux bitch's lips once more before that first glorious spray of thick, virile nut bathed her insides in sperm. The faint chirping of Director Vedis' various instruments wasn't enough to distract him as he continued to rut with all he had, the knot keeping him and his deluge inside easily. Months of backed up seed gushed out in waves, quarts upon quarts straining the limits of synthflesh but never quite reaching a pressurized state.

The initial high waned after several minutes, the gushers slowing in power and volume but not stopping. His muscles ached, his balls throbbed, but for the first time in months he felt a semblance of happiness. He looked upon his faux bitch as his cock continued to throb and pump a slower but still voluminous stream of cum into her, the long mating of his kind ensuring he'd be here for the better part of an hour. As his reasoning came back he couldn't help but wonder how she'd contained all the cum he'd given. There were no signs of stretching under his paws, no mess in the room. Placing an ear to her torso he heard a soft draining sound, each pump of cum choking it up a bit before it became clear once more. His head snapped back to Vedis, who seemed amused he'd discovered this so quickly. “Thank you again for your contribution, Subject 12. We will have a proper mate for you eventually. Natalie has already confided in me that she very much wishes to try again when you and she are more compatible.”

Sighing, unable to stop for some time, Jeremy resigned himself to the inevitable. He was their lab rat, after all. They'd get what they wanted one way or another. If he was to help them replace their males, perhaps it would be possible to steal their progress and repurpose it for his own people... Sighing, he rested upon the faux bitch, letting his body recover and staying silent as Vedis recorded her data. “I think today earns you another present. I'll have it requisitioned for you soon.”

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Site Director Vedis' steps echoed down the sterile empty hall, her mind on recent developments and near oblivious to the pseudo sunrise as their orbit took them towards the lit side of their planetary anchor. Merely suggesting what they were doing in the wrong company might get them and the entire system wiped from the galactic map without truly incredible results. That they were actually performing genetic tampering using their great foe as a source would be enough to exterminate anyone even remotely connected to it. Even among those who swore to secrecy, who risked their lives in the face of rapid extinction, still struggled with the intense social engineering that had made the Lupos barely more than rabid beasts in the collective imagination. Many had hesitantly volunteered for the genetic alterations, but seeing what was actually required to save the species in action had nearly resulted in mass insubordination.

Doctor Insus was quarantined now along with Doctor Bera. It was at best foolish to need to, but merely having touched their prisoner much less laid with him was grounds for intense suspicion and fear among the crew. Vedis cursed the long running propaganda that'd so poisoned knowledge and expectations that even something this crucial was next to impossible under the best of circumstances. Natalie had been chosen as the most open to what had to be done based on psychological testing, and given her performance should be praised for her efforts. Yet even her current bunkmate only looked at her with disgust despite having had very similar reactions herself.

The genetic compatibility issue was proving to be the least troublesome aspect of this whole gamble...

Yet there was hope. Vedis merely had to placate the naysayers until she could implement it. Humanity had eradicated entire planets in their quest to purge their enemy. She would not shy away from tactics far less horrifying to save her people.

The door to quarantine hissed open as she approached, her gaze turning fully outward at last. Doctor Insus was still on her bed, still working the thick canine toy in and out of her cunt as her belly sloshed with what little they could get into her, chips monitoring her every system as the altered alien spooge kept her in what seemed to be a true Lupos heat. No signs of pregnancy yet. Ovulation had not occurred so she had been hormonally induced. It was now merely a matter of patience to see if any of the multitudes of wrigglers inside her would take the bait and if the result would implant. Doctor Bera had been provided with earmuffs to block out the lurid squelching, trying her damnedest to ignore the dark skinned woman's constant need to pleasure herself. So far she was under the impression she'd been selected by lottery for the part of assistant for Natalie's attempted impregnation. Hopefully by the time she discovered she'd merely proven among the most susceptible to Subject 12's pheromones after the genetic manipulation she'd be less pissed off about the situation she found herself in.

Vedis made no effort to interrupt the pair as she looked over the data so far, frowning at the lack of success in Natalie's case. Data on Lupos biological quirks had been sparse and often outdated. The male's inability to reach orgasm without knotting was perhaps a two way street, somehow being necessary for successful breeding? That would be incredibly problematic given their size differences. Even the largest human females were not even 2/3rds the average Lupos male' size, and maybe half the females. Their males had developed to penetrate deep into larger and more malleable tunnels, right into the womb, and with volume to flush out competing sperm with their pre before leaving the female's heat at least temporarily cooled with a deluge of semen human males could scarcely produce in entire lifetimes.

Their respective fertility plagues had attacked opposing facets of successful breeding, though. Through science it WAS possible to resolve the many genetic incompatibilities to produce viable offspring, perhaps even fully human ones...on paper. The scowl on Ceryl's face as the itch in her loins the exposure had given her warred with her pride was merely one such complication. The Director could only shake her head. Just how far would this nonsense have to go before accepting that adaptation was the only path to survival?

With the pool of writhing virile wolfish semen now at her disposal, she could begin to explore this new avenue of not only genetic but social engineering. With a few taps on her wrist pad a light addition was made to the filtered air in the quarantine unit, a match to that made to Subject 12's own. Unlike him, however, their noses were not keen enough to pick up on it even as the pheromone cocktail triggered the same responses. It would be quite interesting to see if Doctor Bera's attitude adjusted as hoped...