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A Long Term Project

By Bluevirage

Chapter One

Subject Matters

_ I have wood for a damn animal!_ Cray Setting banged his fist upon the table causing the chemicals in vials and bottles to slosh around as their containers rattled. Breathing deeply to calm himself he suspected he needed a drink but he was not much of a drinker.

He had vouchers saved up from working overtime in the lab facility instead of taking leisure time like the others. All the amenities of the underground facility did not include any practical means of replicating a physical relationship.

None that were allowed anyway, officially that is. Of all the things that could have been planned for better, sexual tension release measures should have been included in the oVenall psychological well being plans for those who inhabited the facility.

The collapse came quickly, but was expected, and the seeking of refuge in underground bases had gone off without a hitch. Cray remembered clearly when his encrypted pager went off and it was time for him to escape and leave everything, everyone, behind.

The subsequent time spent in hibernation for decades was nothing short of expected due to the war that began outside and the environmental reset to come after it. And yet the world he had emerged into years later was still shitty as far as his personal life.

Cray never had bothered to get to know anyone intimately, but he still had urges; some of which he overcame on his own through the usual means. But he still longed for the touch of another, his isolation within the facility did no good either. Sure he spoke with his fellow researchers, and looked forward to the day that their plans were solidified and they established a place on the surface for themselves. But he was frustrated because of his poor choices when it came to social matters.

Now he was a 125 year old virgin and his outlook seemed bleak as far as getting laid. He likely could trade vouchers with one of the female workers for sex. But the idea of having to resort to such a thing made him even more frustrated than the main cause of his current lust.

The raccoon girl that he had helped create, Subject #8011.

His seed was incorporated into Subject #8011. And the raccoon girl like all the others that was not given clothing. It was not due to a lack of a means to manufacture or issue them jumpsuits. But because they mostly all had fur covering their bodies.

Some of the female researchers complained, but management said they were to be given no clothing until the time was right. Plans were in place and that was the end of that they were reminded.

But as time went on and the girls began to fill in and mature and become fertile. Cray was not the only one noticing the potential in finding a partner, a mate, among the subjects they had designed. And as he focused on the hybrid that caught his eye Cray found her more beautiful by the day.

One night as he went over her vitals remotely as he sat on monitoring duty to score easy overtime; he was digging around in the genetic profile portion of the subjects he was assigned to monitor. It was easy since the computers kept records of what subject ended up with what genetic material. That was how Cray had discovered he was 8011's biological father. But it did nothing to stop him from observing her with interest outside of her well being as he worked his overtime.

The contributions from the inhabitants of the facility was for the sake of genetic diversity. It was decided that combing different team member's sperm and eggs were necessary. In the end their hybridized specimens ended up exactly like they had designed physically.

They were given the hominid ability of upright walking as well as the intellect. What's more they were fully compatible with baseline humanity, ensuring their numbers would easily be replenished the old-fashioned way.

All of that making them look more humanoid simply led to Cray's current obsession. Every hour as he looked at the readouts, he found himself studying her profile picture. Moments alone in his room found him touching himself to her image in his mind. Her hips, her bust, her bushy tail. All of it was attractive to him.

He found himself turning on the bunk room microphones and cameras when on watch. Not only to ensure she was properly getting along with her sisters whom he had not sired; but to see her as she slept, covered by a thin sheet with her chest rising and falling slowly.

Now, alone in the lab on vitals duty again. Cray pondered if he should go to her, take her, make her his and accept whatever consequences came afterwards.

Cray had considered many times how to get away with having fun with the subjects. Cameras were covering everything important and the bunk camera would be easy to deal with as well as the access logs to the bunk room. The only question was if she would be open to him being intimate with her?

Little did Cray know was that Subject# 8011, known by others of her kind as, Vena. Had eyes for him as well and for freedom.

She lay in her bunk, listening to the sounds of sleep around her. Though her eyes were closed she was tapped into a gift she had begun to hone and master ever since she noticed it.

The outside world was something known from pictures and books. She had been taught to read by Cray and the other doctors. Held and cared for and given toys and things to play with as she and her sisters matured. She had heard of them speaking of the purpose of the hybridizing research for the sake of preserving humanity in a world littered with ruins and biological weapon pitfalls. To make beings better suited for whatever lay outside.

Vena considered herself lucky in some ways. While some humans debated what had made them, she knew who made her and was even open to the idea of being with him intimately.

Her elder sister that had played on the fears of the researchers with strange powers to escape before her had led her to discover within herself something of similar ability.

Vena did not realize it, but the sister she referred to was biologically her sister as well due to sharing a father. At some point the common thread once she escaped between the two raccoon girls would be discovered. But Vena hoped to get out under far more pleasant circumstances than nightmares and bad memories and illusions inflicted upon the staff.

Reaching out with her gift she pulled at Cray to send him over the edge of lust and to get him to come to her.

Cray felt a pull that drew his thoughts and body towards the holding bunks. He approached the door and viewed the inside via the hardened steel door's view-port which he slid open. Seeing no one moving around he slid it shut again and entered his code on the numbered pad next to the door.

He walked past other subjects, a fox, a wingless bat, a mouse, and many others on three level bunks. All of them sleeping or at least faking it as far as he knew at that moment. If it was the daytime most would be laying about reading or talking with one another.

He ignored all of them though, and approached the bushy tail that was draped over the side of the bottom level of a bunk.

"Vena," Cray said without thinking about how he knew her name as he touched her shoulder and shook her. "I need you to come with me."

Vena sat up and the sheet slid off of her shoulders revealing her chest. Bits of pink showed and Cray found his eyes wandering over her body. "Why?" she asked innocently.

"Testing." Cray said.

"I thought we were done for the week?" Vena said continuing her innocence act to cover up her own part in getting the male to come to her.

"I can get one of the others instead, its a simple task really." Cray said to play on Vena's competitive nature he knew all about, not realizing that he was being played.

With a huff the raccoon was quickly walking behind the researcher. At the door he used his keycard and handprint to open it and let them both out. The palm reader and keycard assembly had been installed on the inside to let researchers and not subjects out after an incident when the girls of that bunk room were younger got out after figuring out the pattern for the ever changing code sequence.

Once outside of the bunk area, Cray led her to a small work space she had never been in before. Her bare feet felt cold against the concrete flooring of the area.

"Cray...what are you doing?" Vena said with fear creeping into her voice, all apart of her act. "This is not the lab."

"No," Cray said with a sigh. "no it is not. This kind of testing is...personal." Cray smiled.

"What kind of test is it?"

Here I go, keep it simple, gauge her interest. "Would you be interested in trying sex?"

Got you. Vena smiled internally while outwardly appearing shocked_._"W-what?" Vena asked, her furry hands clutching over her nude chest.

Cray undid the fly on his jumpsuit and fished out his firm girth. "I got this because of you, did you know that?"

"How is that my fault?" Vena said as she pointed at Cray's cock.

"Your attractive. I could have asked any of the others you know? But I asked you, and I want you, do you understand what you have done to me since you matured?" Cray grasped Vena by her shoulders and pressed her against a chair. She plopped into it and he thrust his cock at her.

Vena tried to move away from the leaking cock but the tip of it brushed her cheek as she scooted into the back of the seat. She breathed in his scent and without him asking darted out her tongue to wash over the end of his cock.

"Take your time, we have plenty." Cray said as he stared down at Vena as she moved her hands slowly from her chest to grasp his meaty spire. Slowly she began to stroke it as she saw what he wanted in his mind and acted upon it.

"You are a natural," Cray gasped as he shut his eyes and focused on the sensation of the hand job he was receiving. Her stroking slowed for a moment as she leaned in and began to lap all over his leaky tip.

Vena had no real comparison for the taste she had literally on the tip of her tongue. His seed was slimy, creamy, like a sauce. The comparisons to food flashed through her mind as she cradled Cray's testicles and began to gently massage his weighty orbs with her deft fingers.

The researcher opened his eyes and watched as Vena opened her toothy maw and inserted the first few inches of his cock into it. He smiled as she began to suck upon what she held within her hot muzzle. He was worried about her biting him, but she performed her first act of fellatio like a porn star. Fleeting images of long dead video encoded actresses Cray had watched time and time again flashed across his mind unbidden.

Vena drew upon the knowledge she was leeching from her partner's mind to give him the best oral sex she could muster. When his hands tried to push her away as he felt himself getting close she growled and began to suckle upon him harder. She bobbed her head, swirled her tongue, and did everything she could to get him to spurt in her mouth.

Pulling off with a pop the raccoon fem stroked Cray firmly with both her hands. "Give it all to me." she whispered while looking Cray in his eyes and working his shaft with quick strokes before taking it back into her mouth. Suckling harder she bobbed her head faster on him, her lips clenching to his veined flesh.

Cray had wanted to finish inside of her pussy but he would be damned if he did not take advantage of that sweet mouth working him. He watched her pull off of him with a wet pop and jack him hard and fast.

Cray grit his teeth before groaning as he came the hardest he had ever in his life! Streamers of seed leaped from the end of his dick to coat the brown and black fur of Vena's face. She continued to jack his spurting rod and opened her mouth just like she saw in his memories done for others.

Feeling lightheaded Cray nearly lost his balance until Vena surprised him by letting go of his dick and grasping his clothed hips. She quickly shoved his still spurting cock deep into her mouth and felt its tip slide fully down her throat.

"FUCK!" Cray gasped as his hips quivered as Vena's throat worked to cause him to spray more cum than he thought possible from his tip.

Vena's eyes watered as she held onto Cray's hips and gulped around his cock. She gagged and Cray pushed against her forehead to try and get her to release after he heard her distress. She looked up at him and blinked away the tears and pulled back only to force herself down on his rod again. His seed, fresh from the source, coated the bottom of his rod and she got a good taste of it.

It was tangier than his precum with an aftertaste she could not quite place. She guilped around the researcher's cock and drew back to pull more air in through her nostrils before swallowing his cock down to its roots once more.

Cray shivered as his biological daughter blew his mind with her oral skills. He was fairly certain someone had gotten her sisters and herself some of the sexual entertainment files to watch in secret. But he was not about to tell on her and her sisters obtaining of carnal knowledge with the way she was putting it to use.

Vena smiled around her mouthful and pulled off of it with a pop. She lapped all over his sensitive head as his cock managed to leak out a tiny bit of seed that she greedily lapped up. She dived down on his rod again and slowly dragged back off of it with a hard suck.

"More!" she said with a gasp as she pulled off of his cock again.

"Vena," that name again, Cray thought. "I can't."

Vena sat back in her chair and opened her legs to reveal her plush pussy. "Yes, you can." she grinned as she fingered herself, smearing her juices all around her opening.

Cray was drawn in by her toying with herself and moved his face between her legs. The scent of her mound overloaded his senses as he leaned close to its source to run the tip of his tongue all over her pussy.

Vena gripped the arms of the chair and shook as Cray zeroed in on her clit with his explorations. His fingers soon joined his tongue as he pulled apart her folds to lap at the flesh within. It was not her first time having someone do such a thing for her; herself and her sisters had experimented with each other now and then.

Thoughts of staying and manipulating more humans pushed aside thoughts of freedom for a fleeting moment as orgasm washed over her. The human was not as good as her sisters, but he was adequate and she gripped his head as she squealed out in delight as he licked her sensitive clit until she came again.

Cray worshiped at the alter of womanhood between Vena's legs with glee. He had not ever gotten this far with anyone. Years of self-pleasure involving video displays of couples going at it had shown him how it was done though. He stopped when her hands pushed at his head and looked up at her blissful expression.

"You ready for more?" Vena smiled, obviously enjoying her control over the man through his lusty thoughts.

The human stood up and lifted Vena up until his engorged spire was poking against her opening. She gripped his shoulders and looked him in the eye before closing them as he speared his way inside of her.

The sensation made Cray turn and sit down hard in the seat stained by Vena's pussy juice. The mess warmed his thighs through his clothing as he began to slowly lift Vena up and down. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks as he guided her pussy along his cock.

"Squeeze me a bit," Cray said before she began to tighten up. "t-that's good." Cray nuzzled her shoulder and kissed her neck fur as her hips began to rhythmically bounce in his lap faster thanks to her getting her feet on his thighs. To him all that mattered was that moment, the hell with the consequences. He had waited decades for this and he was not going to stop short of having Vena pulled off of him!

Vena bounced her bottom up and down at a steady pace. The thing inside of her hurt a bit from the stretching it was giving her. She had never had anything so big inside her before. Homemade dildos aside, she enjoyed the feel of his slick flesh sliding deep inside her own.

The raccoon's tail bounced with each thrust of her hips against Cray's. Bit by bit their combined motions built up their mutual pleasure. Stroke by stroke Cray found himself close to losing it again and pulled Vena tightly against him in a shuddering hug as he spurted inside of her. His cock pulsing, his balls aching as he burst inside of her raccoon cunt.

Vena was disappointed that Cray stopped thrusting, she had not came and was about to complain when Cray reached between them and started to stroke her clit. His fingers strummed the nub of flesh deftly as he altered between circular motions and teasing pokes until Vena cried out and shuddered as she came again as well. Her pussy clenched Cray's rod in waves as she came. Cray nearly pulled her off of his sensitive cock but road out her cum by holding her tightly to his body.

"Consequences be damned, that was fun." Cray said as he rested his head back against the chair as the fem in his lap stopped shaking.

"Too bad it has to end like this...daddy."

Cray was about to ask Vena how she knew. Suddenly another thought bothered him, how did he know her name? But all that was washed aside as her brown eyes bore into his and he suddenly felt very sleepy. His arms felt leaden and all he could think about was when he first came to the underground facility he called home for so long.

Vena picked through his memories and focused on those of his entry into the place. She recalled his reading of manuals related to the base's emergency escape protocols and non-emergency exit protocols. Secret documents and the like were hers to browse within his memories as she stared at the man.

Having gotten what she wanted, she squirmed in his lap and smiled at him as their fluids leaked out onto his jumpsuit's crotch. "Maybe one more round for the road." She grinned before she started riding him again to completion a few moments later.

Her fun over she slid off of his cock with strings of their mutual mess briefly connecting her pussy to his rod as she lifted away from it. Getting out of his lap she admired the mess between her legs and the sensation of it sliding out of her warm pussy.

"That was good. Thanks for the fun."

Cray weakly reached for Vena and she grasped his hand and held it to her cheek. "Don't...." he started to say.

"Sorry." she whispered before letting his hand drop and going about cleaning up herself. Naked or not she did not want to smell like sex as she sneaked out.

A quick wipe-down later at a sink and she was ready to go. Readying herself she exited the lab and never looked back.