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Hands-On Research (DonVoltonus & Kolt)

DonVoltonus

DonVoltonus

Singularity
Joined
Mar 22, 2013
Kolt arrived for his first day a the research center, only to be very swiftly ushered down the hall by a man in a red coat that was a combination of lab attire and a long trenchcoat. "Alright now uh, Kolt, is it? Your application and tests show you would be best suited to work with me, in the breeding research sector. I am Doctor Morgan, but you may simply call me Morgan, or Sir."

Doctor Morgan was a slender male, though his arms showed visible muscle under the coat. He was an anthro, obviously aquatic in origin, with grey skin and nearly black strips. Fins graced his body, split with lavender webbing, the large one on his back stuck through a slit in his coat, folding down against his spine. Along his head, in place of hair, ran numerous tendrils, twitching and wriggling slightly at the tips. His eyes seemed lit with an internal fire, glowing a brilliant shade of lime, which matched what could be seen of his tongue as he spoke, though it wasn't easy to notice through his dagger-like teeth. His hands were more human than animal, only webbed between the thumb and forefinger, each finger tipped with a sharp claw that held the same otherworldly glow as his eyes. A bulge under his coat showed that he certainly had a tail, which was at best guess wrapped around his leg and out of the way.

"First thing first." He stopped next to a row of five tube-like devices. Each was more than large enough to fit an anthro, two curved panes of inch thick plexiglass split in the middle to allow entry, each edged with a rubbery seal. "Disrobe and enter the machine." He held out a hand for Colt's clothing.
 
Kolt was a little nervous. It was the first time he would be naked in a lab and he was still unsure what kind of work he would be doing despite successful candidacy in the career interview after years of study. Ears laid back, he handed his clothes consisting of black trench coat to match his black fur, dark belted trousers and a simple red tie. By the nature of his body, a black furry bipedal canine of wolf-like structure, he didn't need socks or shoes. At home, he was more fond of the leather approach - but this was work, apparently.

Stroking the plexiglass to steady his nerves, Kolt stepped up into the tube and turned around with his tail cowering between his legs. He looked at Morgan and tried not to look too nervous or shameful.
 
With the press of a button the tank slid shut. "Now just relax Kolt." Morgan said loudly, muffled by the glass. "Don't panic, you'll be fine."
The tank vibrated, and with a metallic clank, began to fill with a warm bluish liquid. "Don't worry Kolt, I know it's odd, but you'll be able to breathe the fluid." With surprising speed the tank filled, submerging Kolt, suspending him perfectly in the center of the tube. He could see tiny sparks of energy around him, a gentle tingling on his skin. "Now brace yourself Kolt, this last bit is, unpleasant." Something behind him began producing a high-pitched whir, then a painful shock shot through him, leaving his head spinning as the tank drained and blew air to dry him, before opening for him to leave.
 
The blue slime rose above his eyes and it took a while for Kolt to believe Morgan. It only occurred to him to attempt to breath in the material when his lungs gave in to panic. For a while it felt quite nice, surprising Kolt for the time until the energy began to spark and shoot through him. As he arched his back and tried to bark in terror as his muscles spasm in pain, he didn't realise that his penis gave a hint of how pleasurable this actually was. If the power of the energy was much lower, maybe the Doctor would see other benefits. Dazed and confused when the process ended, the black wolf stirred when the machine sounded a condescending 'ping' like a microwave. He crawled out, unsure what the machine had actually done for him. He tried to ask the Doctor, but instead flopped on the floor with lethargy.
 
The doctor produced a needle from within his coat, uncovering it and giving Kolt a shot of adrenaline. "As you can see it's quite a draining process, but necessary. From now on, so long as you are in this lab, you cannot die. Anything fatal will simply transfer your mind to a new body here. The heavy shock also implanted a chip, so you won't lose any memories you obtained between your last dip in the tank and any point when you are killed." He helped Kolt to stand. "It's a safety precaution, some of the beasts can be extremely violent at times." He glanced downward with a grin. "Of course it doesn't look like you disliked it that much."
 
Kolt coughed up some of the slime left in his lungs as the adrenaline surged through his body, his brain feeling like a hard drive in heavy use and the quip about enjoying the tube seeming irrelevant although he'd probably be more than a little embarrassed if he wasn't in the current distress. "You... you can do that, sir? I had... (cough splat) ... no idea that was possible, sir..." He used his paw to try to wipe any fluid away from his maw, his fur still quite course and gelled up. He found he could stand but still sought the support of the desk where his bag and resume remained. Then another word floated back into his mind. "Beasts, sir? What beasts?" He panted as he looked at the aquatic creature.
 
"This is a mating research center. You'll be doing hands on research with all types of beings here. Some will be sentient, but most will be entirely beastial." He smiled. "And don't worry too much over your fur, it'll be softer than ever when the gel evaporates." He pulled Kolt's arm over his shoulder, helping him continue down the hall. "I'll have your things picked up, you won't need them right now. Do you have any sexual experience, or am I to be dealing with a virgin?" He asked, a teasing tone to his voice. "Not that I mind teaching you if that's the case."
 
Kolt stared wide-eyed at the Doctor. This was news to him. He knew this was a breeding research centre, as was the nature of the career post advert after leaving the university, but now everything fell into place. Then he was asked about any sexual experience. His mind reeled back to the days before serious studies when he would attempt to pick up guys in the clubs and sometimes got successful, but nothing really significant. "Some..." he felt embarrassed again and then asked against his better judgement, "is this... legal... Sir?" It was a disguise really. He felt completely against the idea, well - scared really, of having sex with 'beasts' even if he did live in a furry world where cats and dogs and even dragons were quite normal in the bedroom. But beasts? He wondered what kind of beasts. There was always the teasing in the college campuses about it, even the odd bit of art/porn floating around the dorms. He was getting a bit panicked again. He felt he was beginning to enter the familiar fight-or-flight adrenaline mode again. Should he attempt to escape? His wolfish instincts kicked in and his eyes were already searching for opportunity to get away after a fight.
 
He felt something slick on his legs, looking down he'd see the doctor's tail. Morgan ignored it, as if he was used to the reaction.
"Good, good, easier than training you. Any experience being the bottom of male on male intercourse?"
He smiled, the tip of his tail flicking one of Kolt's furry balls.
"Yes, everything here is quite legal, we have all the consent forms as well, which you signed during application."
He looked Kolt over. "Are you scared of what would happen here, what people would think if they knew?"
His tail wrapped around Kolt's sheath. "Trust me, you are safe here, nobody will ever know what you do. And after you've tried, you'll never know how you lived without it."
 
His search for exits went out the window when the tail flicked his testicle because it caused a bit of pink to peek over his black sheath, some pre dripping over and wetting a patch of the Doctor's coat. He hadn't realised the Doctor had a tail before, but now it didn't seem out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was that Morgan seemed to be beyond flirting with him now. If it wasn't for his fur, Kolt would be blushing now, and he felt that familiar warmth spread through his body. He wondered whether or not Morgan's species could smell pheromones, cos if so then the corridor would be flooded with Kolt's scent by now. "I... I signed a consent form... for this?" He then wondered something else, "Have you ever done such... research... yourself? Or am I the first?"
 
"Yes, you should really read the fine print." He chuckled, his tail circling Kolt's cock, this tip poking at Kolt's urethra.
"The first? Oh heavens no. You're the fifth applicant to join us this year alone." He teased his hand slowly over Kolt's back.
"Yes, I was an intern at first. I still mate the beasts very often, for research of simply enjoyment."
He licked his lips, a slight bulge visible in the front of his coat.
"And you just haven't lived until you've died during sex. It's the most amazingly orgasmic experience you'll ever have."
 
Kolt stared at the Doctor and insisted in stopping to rest next to a wall. The cheeky poking and attention from Morgan's tail was pleasurable but his mind was still reeling from the situation he was finding himself in. "Enjoyment in dying in sex? Are you quite mad??" He knew he was being obstructive and this was his first day 'on the job,' but he didn't feel that his cowardice was unfounded, considering. Then another question came to his mind as he rested, "What... how... where is the money in research of pleasure, sir? Sorry for asking, but I really don't understand and..." his voice went quiet. Did he really want to say no to this opportunity for mind blowing sex and depravity? He didn't even know his salary yet...
 
"Oh yes, perhaps I'll introduce you to it. It's amazing. Even agonizing pain becomes enjoyable after some time."
He allowed Kolt to stop, but kept teasing.
"There is much money to be made here. Some is in the research of breeding, so when we find females, we can breed and sell the beasts.
The rest is in the properties of their eggs and semen, which can be everything from lubricants and medicienes, to artificial flavorings and caustic acids in some cases." He grinned.
"And in case you were wondering. Your salary is 2,500$, a day."
 
Kolt closed his eyes as Morgan maintained his teasing. He was even beginning to relax from it. Then his mind made a decision, "It's my first day, so... so... just maybe... throw me in there? Make the first one... well... throw me in the deep end?" He let his eyes open, scared at what he just asked and felt his heart beat even stronger from it, and whimpered a little when he found his own paw tentatively teasing his boss's crotch and tracing the profile of the bulge slightly. It did make him a little nauseous though when he was basically offering himself up for repetitive execution. There was perverse, then there was 'Perverse.' His mouth went dry at this thought and he tried to lick his nose and lips desperately.
 
He grinned, licking his lips. "Throw you right in eh?" He grinned wider. "If you're sure, I can put you with one of our most violent and pleasurable beings. He's humanoid, but he has no semblence of sentience." He groaned slightly at the stroking.
"But first, I'll break you in, just to make sure the others will enjoy you." He helped Kolt over to another desk, sitting him upon it.
"Now you just lean back and let me do the rest." He opened his coat, letting his thick cock spring forth.
He lifted Kolt's legs, pressing the end of his cock to the intern's anus, giving a gush of luminous pre that soaked the tight little hole.
Morgan pushed in, shoving the bumpy head of his girthy cock into Kolt's rectum.
 
It was with a whimper that Kolt allowed himself to be lead to the desk, but soon Kolt didn't care any more where he was. Soon, as the thick cock and luminous pre touched his sensitive hole, the wolf just simply forgot how to think. At the sudden but pleasant stretching, it took a while for Kolt to relax. But he was soon moaning like a whore with his head thrown back. His paws went to his own cock, limp in submissiveness to the Doctor's ministrations, but played with his sheath and copious amounts of pre now just simply pouring out of his tip.
 
Morgan grinned, watching him moan like a little slut.
"Well now, looks like you'll be perfect for this job." He laughed.
He pushed his thick cock deeper, gushing pre in a near constant stream.
He had his tail wrapping Kolt's waist, to hold him as he thrust in, pushin against his second sphincter.
"And when we're about to cum..." The claws on his right hand tripled in length and he nearly hilted inside Kolt.
"Which m-may be very soon. You'll see what orgasmic death is like."
 
Kolt barely heard the Doctor as he was lost in the blossoming warmth of the pre just flooding his insides. He could almost feel it in his through, there was so much of it. All he heard was, 'about to cum...' and had already started pleading for it, "yes, yes... please..." as his cock immediately began to engorge, about to cum himself from everything going on, pawing off in desperation for more of that cock to fill him up.
 
"Then here we go!" He groaned, hilting into Kolt.
He placed his claw under Kolt's breastbone, thrusting his hand into Kolt's flesh with a spurt of blood, up into his chest cavity. He sliced his claw in with practiced accuracy, not even nicking Kolt's lungs.
"Of course, this may sting a little." He laughed, grasping Kolt's heart, his long claws scraping the canine's breastbone. His fingers wrapped around the pumping organ, leaving every major vein intact
With one last buck of his hips, he rammed in, flooding Kolt's bowels with long, hose-like jets of spunk, almost numbingly chilly, and glowing green.
At the same time he wrenched down with a sickening tear of flesh, blood gushing from Kolt's wound. He slid the intern's heart out, showing him it's last beats and running his long tongue over the dying muscle.
 
Kolt screamed in agony, the pain indescribable and rendering the poor wolf insensible as the cum and blood competed for volume in mess around the lab. With the last gasp, death took him as the heart and slithering tongue faded from his panic-stricken view.

But death was cheated. A familiar pinging noise resonated in the black wolf's ears. Kolt awoke, floating in the blue goo of the tank. He felt that he was floating in a dream, that the memory of pain and pleasure seeming like a long-distant nightmare. Opening his eyes, the room drifted into view beyond the curved plexi-glass. He could see a trail of bloody foot prints and that was when the whole sorry shameful horror story rectified itself as truth rather than dream. He panicked and struggled against the goo, trying to scrabble free from the plexi-glass prison in vain as the goo just acted as the perfect lubrication against his claws. After a few minutes, as the blue slime settled from going frothy, Kolt tired himself out and just resumed his peaceful suspension. But as he remained still, his eyes still glanced about wildly, fear of the next round of torture filling his soul. His heart, new and whole, thudded loudly with natural adrenaline.
 
Morgan stood outside the tube, watching and waiting for Kolt's panic to fade.
"Yes, I recognized that reaction." He chuckled, patting the tank. "That happened my first time as well, it's a frightening ordeal."
He hit the button to drain the fluid, which went much faster this time, the tank then opening.
Unlike the last time, the tank wouldn't leave Kolt tired and spent, but energized, as if he'd just taken a nap.
"Now please don't go running off like the last intern, he skidded on the slime and cracked his head open...three times." He smirked.
"Just relax, take a moment to look over your body if you like. You've actually had a sort of genetic reset, so if you had any scars, or cancer, they'll be long gone."
 
Kolt began to feel rejuvenated more and more with every inch the level of the blue goo descended out of the tank. He leaned on the edge of the plexi-glass while his body found his legs now that he wasn't suspended. Being energetic, he found listening to Morgan easy, and looked at the floor. He could see how the research was valuable now. He had an old scar on his leg from when he caught it on a nail once. But now his leg felt freer and easier to move than what he remembered. He could see the necessity for the research ~ it would be a test of just how invincible this machinery made anyone once recorded. He remembered a book he read once about 'death jockeys,' people who lived in a computer mainframe, invulnerable to death and lived for thousands of years for as long as the computer lived, their physical bodies long forgotten into dust. The death jockeys would then seek any form of excitement in circumstances that would mean certain death for their physical selves, but would be resurrected in the image recorded by the computer. So that is what he was from now on. A Death Jockey. Only now he would be presented to death in perverse sexual circumstances, unlike the book where simpler murders occurred - but just as perverse in their own right maybe.

"Doctor... I..." Kolt paused. He wasn't sure of himself. Now that he had experienced the gifts that science made possible, did he really want to submit himself for this kind of abuse? "Sir, I am not sure I want to continue. I obviously don't mind the sex, but the pain... I fear it... I don't want to be a coward either, though... how do I... deal with it?"
 
The doctor sighed, looking down. "Yes, I'm quite sorry about that,I should have better restraint."
He walked up to Kolt, putting his hand's on the wolf's shoulders.
"I really should start you off with something less painfull, perhaps a bit slower."
He began leading Kolt down the hall, past the table they're used, his corpse nowhere to be seen.
"We'll begin with a creature that with simply slit your throat, it's slower, but only a short stab of pain, and a lot of time for pleasure."
 
The body was no longer there, but the glowing semen and pools of blood still remained if coagulated and starting to crust up. This, and the announcement of having his throat slit, immediately brought a wave of nausea; the table suddenly had a streak of frothed blue slime slung across it. Kolt sought the support of Morgan and wiped slime from his maw but simply made slimier from that on his arm's fur made wet again. He felt afraid. Afraid of dying. But the knowledge that he would be brought alive again should have conquered the fear of dying. Nothing offered comfort, it was illogical. Simply throwing himself into death didn't feel right and he wondered how the Doctor could feel so comfortable with the idea after his experiences. How could one throw themselves into danger for sheer pleasure? He could understand those who skydived, but all who survived the adrenaline experience had a parachute that worked. Those who died, Kolt presumed, would have enjoyed those moments of adrenaline before realising their predicament of a failed parachute with acute certain fear. This all jumbled around in his head. All he could do was simply allow himself to be lead to whatever creature while his body filled itself with pins and needles. He wondered vaguely if this is what those condemned to the noose all those centuries ago had felt on that long walk to the gallows.
 
Morgan patted him gently on the back. "I know, it's sickening to think about at first, and what gets to you worst is knowing, in the back of your mind, you enjoyed it a little." He smiled, holding him up. "Come on now, I think we should get you somewhere clean to take a seat."
He led him into an exam room off to the side, sitting him on the table.
"Now talk, get your worries and fears off your chest."
He looked at Kolt kindly.
"It won't be much fun if you're scared the whole time."
 
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