Just a Job

Lab Stories Part 1

by CausationCorrelation



Irvine squinted, momentarily blinded by the proximity to the sudden brightness.

  “Well done!” chirped Dr. Fernham, having watched this with some fascination. “Light aplenty. All is as it should be.” The small guinea pig woman chuckled somewhat awkwardly. Clearly, she was just trying to say something. Anything. And her English accent was actually pretty cute. She'd always been kind and endearing, definitely one of the nicer ones. The other woman, Dr. Shelby, hadn't paid him much attention but was instead focused on typing some stuff on her terminal.

  “It was nothing, Doc,” Irvine answered bluntly as he closed the access panel and tightened the screws. “Just one of the contacts. Sometimes, they don't fit a hundred percent and something shakes them loose.”
  “Still. Thank you.”
Her large, round rodent eyes gleamed with nothing but sheer appreciation.

It really was nothing. Didn't even take two minutes. It was exactly the kind of stuff he did all day long anyway. Getting some acknowledgment once in a while was nice, though. Irvine climbed down the stepladder, one cautious hoof at a time. He was a donkey morph with scruffy black hair, nearly twice her height even without the ladder, and dressed in sleek, gray boiler-suit coveralls.

Dr. Fernham was about to say something flattering when her colleague, Dr. Shelby, opposite of the workstation from her, spoke.
  “Belle, there's a situation,” Shelby said with a certain urgency to her tone, the papillon dog's fluffy ears lowering as she looked up from her PDA. “The sample isn't coming.”
  “Whatever do you mean?” asked Dr. Fernham – or Isabelle, as she was known to some of her more immediate peers. “What happened?”
  “Somebody messed it up, I suppose,” the dog woman shrugged. “Things haven't been going well in E-Sector lately.”
  “But. We need the sample. We're on a schedule,” said Fernham.
  “I know,” Shelby replied.
  “We can't afford any more delays,” Fernham pointed out, her tone growing more and more concerned. “The specimens are ready. They won't be ready for long.”
  “I know.”
  “What do we do?” the guinea pig woman asked desperately.
  “I... don't know,” Shelby admitted. “Something else maybe? There's still a lot of data to go through from the most recent B-12 trials.”
  “You'd really think it can't be that hard to get a sample,” Fernham said, scowling and annoyed.
  “Well. It's not,” the dog woman pointed out matter-of-factly. “It's just all the bureaucracy and constant muck-ups... It's a wonder anything gets done at all in this place. If we could just-” She stopped as an unconventional thought came to her. “You know... I bet we could get a sample off... him... in less than three minutes.” She nodded her head ever so slightly in Irvine's direction as she said it.

The donkey man, casually packing up his tools, had been decidedly uninterested in their exchange. The science stuff was way above his pay grade. But upon that last remark, his long ears perked up. “Wha- What?” he asked, dumbfounded.

  “Dr. Shelby! This is highly inappropriate!” Fernham chided her colleague, blushing at the thought.
  “Think about it,” the dog woman calmly went on, entirely disregarding her peer's reaction. She adjusted her thinly framed glasses. “He's rather similar to the intended donor, is he not?” Her shrewd eyes were on Irvine, scanning him.
  “You can't be serious,” the guinea pig protested.
  “He's had his regular health checkup, as did we all.”
  “Yes, but-”
  “You said it yourself: We're running out of time,” Shelby explained. “And all things considered, we'd still be within the specified parameters. Wouldn't you agree?”
  “I... don't know about this,” Fernham stammered. “I mean. I suppose so. But-”
  “Great, let's do it!” Shelby concluded with an encouraging smile on her face.

Irvine, still very much in the dark about what these women were saying but displeased by the way they talked about him as if he weren't here, chose to wrap it up before things got any weirder.

  “Well, I'm out of here,” he said, reaching down to pick up his toolbox. “You gals have a nice-”
  “Wait!” Shelby exclaimed. “Please hear us out.”

He huffed quietly. Then he said “Okay.”

  “How would you like... to assist us in advancing the noble cause of science?” Dr. Shelby asked, the tone of her voice quite friendly – almost sensual, in fact.
  “That's really not what I'm here for, ma'am,” he answered flatly. His job was to fix the things that needed fixing. Not to get involved in the brainy stuff they were doing here.
  “Oh, but you are here,” she said. With slow, deliberate steps, she began to walk along the side of the long workstation, her finger brushing lightly along its edge all the way as she came towards Irvine. “And you're perfect!”
  “Uhm. Thanks...?” he replied with a certain reservation. “But I should really-”
  “Do you like blowjobs, Mr. Cortez?”

This took him off guard. And not just him: With an embarrassed little squeak, Dr. Fernham had put her tiny hands over her mouth and stared at Dr. Shelby with wide open eyes, blushing furiously through her otherwise impeccably white fur.

  “What...?” was yet again the only thing he could get himself to say.

Of course he liked blowjobs! Which self-respecting penis owner didn't? But that wasn't the issue here. Did he like blowjobs in his place of employment, during work hours? Now, there was a complex question – one that HR would likely have some very choice words about! Did this constitute sexual harassment? He'd been to the seminar just like everyone else but, frankly, it had gone on and on and he'd found himself paying less and less attention during the course of it. Was there a boundary being overstepped here? He wasn't sure. Could her question in fact have been purely scientific in nature?

  “Oral intercourse, Mr. Cortez,” Shelby reiterated as she stepped close to the equine technician. Really close. “Surely you enjoy having your no doubt quite sizable dick sucked?”

Her slender body, taller than her guinea pig colleague but still not nearly as tall as Irvine, was only inches away from him. He could smell her. The perfume that she wore didn't quite cover up her natural, tantalizing female scent. She gently laid a hand on his chest, very slowly guiding it downwards along the zipper of his coveralls... Now this was definitely sexual harassment! Yet somehow, he couldn't bring himself to feel harassed. In fact, this was nice. It's been a while since a woman had expressed interest in him, physical or otherwise.

  “I do,” he said.

  “Would you like me to suck your dick?” Shelby asked with a sensual, alluring tone as she looked up to him, a friendly, inviting smile on her cute mottled black and white face. He'd never noticed before that her eyes were different colors, one light blue and one turquoise. But then, he'd never been so close to her. He felt hot. A quiet, distant voice in the back of his mind wondered how this could possibly be in the interest of science. The undeniable stirring in his loins, however, made it hard to hear it.

  “I would like that,” he answered.

  “Splendid!” Shelby exclaimed brightly. Gently, she pushed him a step backwards and having him rest his butt against a counter top. “Don't you worry about a thing,” she said in a soothing tone. “I'll take good care of you.”

The eager papillon dog began to pull down the slider of his zipper, opening the front of Irvine's coveralls and revealing the logo of the Judas' Beast shirt he wore underneath and also, eventually, the prominent bulge in his tight-fitting underpants.

  “This must be uncomfortable,” said Shelby, her tone caring and almost motherly as she regarded his package straining to break free. She cupped his bulge with her hand and squeezed it a bit, feeling it and teasing him by doing so. Irvine uttered a quiet moan at the sensation. “Let's take the pressure off, shall we?” she asked rhetorically, then she pulled down the hem of his shorts, exposing his weighty donkey sheath to the world. The tip of his equine penis was already pushing out. Without any sign of hesitation, the scientist knelt in front of him, leaned in and gave his thick meat a long, savoring lick with her flat dog tongue. She didn't stop there: More lavishing licks followed, carefully applied all around his sheath and slowly engorging dick.

The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on him. A woman and coworker who he'd considered nothing more than a casual acquaintance just a few minutes ago had her muzzle in his crotch now, smelling and tasting his man parts like it was going out of style! While they were expected to be working! And supposedly she did, somehow...? You wouldn't have known by looking at her and the way she seemed to worship his sheath, skillfully coaxing out his cock like she'd had a lot of prior experience. All he could do was watch this, panting and gripping the counter top on which he leaned with both hands.

Dr. Fernham had stood by the side of the workstation, frozen and powerless, resigned to observing these events unfold – but now, curiosity appeared to get the better of her and, with some hesitation, she came closer, her eyes fixed on Irvine's hardening dick by the primal, carnal appeal of it.

  “That's my girl! I knew you'd come around,” Shelby encouraged her colleague. “Don't be shy now. Get that fuzzy butt over here. You might learn something.” Fernham stepped next to her, unable to take her eyes of him. It was apparent that his size intimidated her a bit and she didn't quite know what to do next. Clearly, she wasn't nearly as experienced as her friend/coworker in this particular area.

As Irvine's penis slowly engorged to it's full length, Shelby began to utilize her hands, too, rubbing him carefully but firmly and stimulating him in ways he hadn't felt in a long time.

Then, she let go of him and turned to Fernham. Much to the guinea pig's surprise, the canine woman hugged her close and kissed her right on the mouth! And really sensually, too, like she meant it – tongue and everything! Fernham gave off a startled squeak at first, but didn't even struggle. She gave herself to the intimate sensation quite willingly and reciprocated the kiss with a quiet, joyful moan.

  “Holy shit,” Irvine said breathlessly. “You girls are crazy! But- but good crazy... Like a roller-coaster. Or an ice cream burrito.”

The sight of the two women lavishing one another with such affection had him achieve full hardness just like that. He'd never even dared to dream of witnessing such a thing first-hand, let alone in his workplace, but there they went – sloppily making out right in front of him.

As their lips then separated from their passionate embrace, a string of spittle extended between their respective muzzles.
  “Anne,” Fernham whispered. “I had no idea.”
Shelby – also known as Anne-Mary to her friends – gave the guinea pig's blushing face an appreciative lick and said: “There are many things you don't know about me.”
Entranced by a rush of as yet bottled-up curiosity, Fernham wasn't quite herself anymore.
  “I want to know ev-” she began saying, but was interrupted by Shelby putting a finger on her lips, shushing her.
  “Eyes on the prize,” cooed the dog woman and relinquished her fervent grip on her colleague. Then, she pulled a pair of safety goggles from her lab coat's pocket and put them on.
  “Right,” Fernham concurred and did the same.

Shelby directed her attention to the large donkey dick again, proceeding to caress its entire throbbing length expertly with her tongue, lips and hands. Her inhibitions having mostly crumbled now, Fernham gave him a tentative lick, tasting him. Then another, more determined one. It didn't take long at all until she, too, got into it and hit her stride, both their warm, wet muzzles bestowing pleasurable sensations upon the technician's hard equine dick.

  “Make sure to watch those incisors, dear,” Shelby remarked.
  “I will... I mean, I do.” replied the rodent woman.
For but a fleeting second, Irvine couldn't help but wonder what these two were to each other exactly. They were adorable together!

Shelby slowly worked herself up his length until her mouth met his flat tip. Then, keeping constant eye contact with him, she wrapped her lips around his girth and began suckling on him.

  “Holy shit,” he repeated. “You're... you're really good at this, Doc.”
  “Mhm,” she simply uttered in agreement, not in a place to actually speak.

Fernham, sadly, was something of a fifth wheel here but she gave it her best effort. Still, Shelby clearly had the reigns, as she continued to demonstrate: Carefully, she began to move her head back and forth, taking his shaft into her mouth as far as she was able to without triggering her gag reflex, withdrawing and plunging it in again in a nice, slowly accelerating rhythm. His horse-like girth, though considerable when compared to her small frame, surprisingly didn't prove an issue at all to her. The slickness and warmth of her mouth as well as the suction which it worked in his tool was heavenly! With that and both her hands moving up and down his length with a rather firm grip, additionally masturbating him, he wouldn't be able to hold it much longer!

  “I think I'm about to-” Irvine moaned blissfully, not finishing the sentence.

Besides that, Dr. Shelby had already taken note of the increasing intensity of his breathing and the other factors which she knew signified his impending orgasm – most prevalent of which was the tip of his equine penis starting to expand (or 'flare') within her mouth. She chose to pull him out before he got too excited and plugged her up good, emitting a lewd 'shlrk' sound as she pulled her head back and let him slip out. A string of precum and Saliva dribbled from her mouth onto her lab coat.

  “Get the jar,” she said to Fernham.

As the guinea pig woman leaned over to grab a beaker from the counter top, Shelby continued to rub Irvine's penis with her learned hands. He huffed and panted, gradually squinting his eyes shut and leaning back by pure, carnal instinct. Already, the first little spurts of his cum spilled out of his dick, dripping to the floor, but Fernham had done as instructed and held the vessel right in front of his throbbing tip.

  “Here... we... go...” Shelby commented, continuing to masturbate him quite thoroughly.

His whole body trembling and tensing, Irvine held on to the counter with both hands. He gave off a long, strained moan and involuntarily bucked his hips – making it difficult for Fernham to keep the jar in the desired position – as he started to unload copious spurts of viscous donkey semen directly into the vessel. Most of it, anyway. A few shots missed their mark slightly, spattering onto the workstation and the floor beneath it, but with the two scientists' combining their efforts, they managed to keep him relatively steady. Spurt after spurt, he filled the jar with his semen, his face bearing the unflattering expression of orgasmic bliss.

Only when Shelby was quite sure she'd milked him for all he could give her, she let go of his already softening dick.
  “So pent up,” she stated sympathetically as she took the beaker into her hands and regarded its ample content of milky white fluid. Going by the scale printed on the side of the vessel, he'd contributed no less than 200 milliliters, which elicited a pleased smile from her.

  “Let's get back to work then,” Shelby said unceremoniously, already walking over to her spot by the workstation, the jar in hand.
  “Right,” Fernham agreed. However, unlike her colleague, she chose to say “Thank you so much” to Irvine before she went back to her station.
  “Yes indeed. You may go now,” said the canine scientist.

So, that was it, then?

His penis had withdrawn into his sheath rather quickly after its job was done. He tucked his privates back into his underpants and pulled up the zipper of his coveralls. Then, for a moment, he just stood there, wondering if he should say something. But then, he simply grabbed his toolbox and exited the lab, feeling strangely awkward in a way that he found hard to pinpoint.

= = = = =

After Irvine had left, Dr. Shelby and Dr. Fernham spent some time examining the sample that he'd given them under their microscopes, evaluating the count and mobility of the sperm and eventually agreeing that it was indeed quite adequate for the trials. Not a word was spoken about what had just occurred, though Fernham found it undeniably difficult to get the images and sensations out her mind. Particularly the kiss lingered, but she was uncertain if or how she should bring it up. Instead, she chose to try to focus on the work at hand.

She pushed a button on the side of one the cabinets – which then turned out to not be a cabinet at all, but a specialized storage/workstation. The stained glass panel on its front slid aside and revealed an entire row of tiny boxes with their tops open so that one could see inside. In each of those, there was a female white lab rat, on its back with its legs spread apart and restrained to the side walls of its box. Their bellies and genitals were exposed in an unflattering way, but neither of them struggled for they were likely sedated. Taken together, there were over a dozen of them, one next to the other, their boxes labeled with numbers in ascending order.

Fernham leaned in and took a glance at the specimens. In her hand, she held a long, thin pipette filled to the brim with some of the sample they'd just acquired.

  “Now let's see if we can't make mommies out of a couple of you sweeties,” she said.

= = = = =

Damn! He should probably have asked what they were going to do with the stuff. Irvine chided himself for thinking of this only now, long after the fact. They'd probably... examine it, right? That was what these science folks did. Examine this. Evaluate that. He'd probably not understood it anyway, even if they'd explained it to him. Thus, he chose not to think about it too hard.

There she went now! This was the time. It was now or never. He'd spent most of the past hour thinking about what he would say to her.

  “Dr. Shelby!” he said, coming up behind her as she walked through the corridor.
  “Mr. Cortez? Is there a problem?” she asked, stopping to hear him out.
  “No. No, nothing like that,” he stammered nervously. “I was just wondering... if... you'd like to have coffee some time...?”
  “I'm afraid you've got the wrong impression, Mr. Cortez,” she said in a sympathetic tone. “I'm not attracted to you. The blowjob was just a job. No pun intended.”
His long ears drooped down limply. He suddenly felt a tight knot in his stomach.
  “I'm sure you'll find a nice girl to pleasure you in a non-professional capacity,” she went on. “Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got places to be.” And with that, she walked off without even giving him another look.

Just a job? With the kissing and everything? The sexy things she'd said? The way that she'd really put her back into it? Had she done all that solely out of commitment to the scientific cause and... nothing else? That was actually kind of amazing! But also sad. She'd sure fooled him.

He couldn't help but feel a bit used.