Thinking with Portals

Lab Stories Part 2

by CausationCorrelation



  “This feels weird,” Dr. Morgan winced as the straps tightened around her hips. “Does it have to be so... snug?”

The doberman morph wiggled her exposed butt, trying but failing to get comfortable in the unusual piece of clothing. Functionally similar to a chastity belt, the bands extending around her rear and groin fitted securely and didn't budge, even as she kept fidgeting with them. Firmly attached to it was some manner of round metal plate which covered up her private parts, slightly curved to fit the shape of her crotch.

  “It does. We don't want it to slip off by accident, do we?” asked Dr. Russo, her colleague and partner. He was a jaguar anthro, tall and slim.
  “I don't know about this,” she said insecurely.
  “Hey, it was your idea, remember?” he pointed out. “Besides, I went through a lot of trouble to get those things. Would be a shame if we didn't go through with it now.”
  “Yeah... Yeah, you're right,” the doberman conceded with only a hint of hesitation.
  “Come on, baby. It'll be fun!” he said in a bright, encouraging tone and gently stroked her cheek in affection.

Both of them knew that this was very wrong and that they could get into a whole lot of trouble for it. Dr. Russo had stolen the belt and device from the respective labs in which they'd been developed. If anyone found out, not only would the couple be fired but they'd also face lawful prosecution. And that was exactly what made it so hot. They'd agreed that it might be just the thing to take their relationship (or, more specifically, their sex) to the next level.

  “Now, let's see if it works,” he mused as he pulled another device from the pocket of his lab coat. It looked like a circular pillbox, a bit larger than the palm of his hand. He flipped open its lid. Inside, there was a... canine vulva! It was puffy and engorged and obviously in the middle of heat, glistening invitingly with female juices.

  “Is that really what I look like down there?” Dr Morgan asked in slight disbelief as she looked at it. “I've never seen it from this angle.”
  “Oh, it's definitely yours,” the jaguar stated matter-of-factly and nodded. He held it up to his muzzle and took a deep breath of her tantalizing heat scent, purring joyfully. Then, he gave the strangely disembodied dog pussy a long, savoring lick. Her body shivered and trembled involuntarily by the sensation.
  “Gods...! That tongue...” she sighed blissfully, her eyes half-lidded.
  “Sounds like it works,” he stated with a smirk, licking his lips. He snapped the device's lid shut and put it back into his pocket. “Shall we, then?”

  “This probably goes without saying, but...” the doberman informed her partner as she put her pants back on and pulled them up, concealing the device beneath. “My pussy is in your hands, dear. That means no funny business! Apart, of course, from the funny business which we talked about.”
  “Yeah, I know. Trust me, baby.”
  “I mean it!” she emphasized, squinting her eyes at him. “I will literally kill you very slowly and painfully if you get any weird ideas.”
  “Okay, okay!” he replied, taken aback by the sudden threat of violence and murder. “Baby, you know I love you. I'd never do anything to risk what we have.”
  “And don't you forget it,” she said, buttoning up her pants and straightening her lab coat. Then, they hugged each other close and exchanged a passionate kiss.
  “Don't leave me waiting for too long,” she whispered.
  “I won't.”

Keeping a sensible delay between the two of them as to not arouse any suspicion, they each stepped out of the storage closet and went to their respective sectors to commence their work day.

= = = = =

  “Morning, Russo,” Dr. Vick greeted the jaguar as he stepped through the door labeled 'MP-12' into the well-lit room beyond.
  “Vick,” he replied with a respectful nod. “All is well, I hope?”

With her fuzzy, droopy bunny ears, her long, convex nose ridge and her defined, somewhat reptilian-shaped feet, Vick's species was really difficult to pinpoint exactly. When asked about it, the tan-furred anthro would usually shrug it off, either preferring to keep it a mystery or possibly not even knowing the truth of it herself.

She stood beside a rather peculiar creature and gently patted its head. The animal was overall horse-like in shape and size, however with certain obvious distinctions in its appearance: its muzzle tapered into something of a trunk (somewhere between that of a tapir and an anteater) and it had large, round and deeply black eyes. A pair of gently curving horns extended from the back of its head. Instead of hooves, it had feet with long, clawed toes and its short, pointed tail was thick and muscular. The creature was officially designated 'X-21' but most of the people who worked with her preferred to call her 'Amy', as derived from 'amiable' on account of her gentle and docile demeanor.

  “I'm well,” Vick answered with a friendly smile. Then, she affectionately scratched Amy's chin and neck, speaking to her with a playful voice: “And you, you big sweet monster? Are you well, too?” The animal apparently enjoyed this and emitted a deep, rumbling purr at the attention.
  “That's a 'yay',” the woman concluded.

  “I'll say,” Russo noted as he inspected the creature's rear. A thick, viscous string of clear slime extended from her equine vagina all the way down to the tiled floor and her nubby clitoris winked between her wet labia in regular intervals, expelling even more of the fluid. “She's good and ready.”
  “Yeah,” Vick agreed and nodded. “It's been a while.”
  “So, what's on the menu today?” he asked.

As if on cue, the door of the lab slid open and a water deer anthro dressed in white coveralls entered. Holding on to the end of a short leash, he led a (quadruped) Corgi into the room, wordlessly handed the animal to Vick and was on his way again just as swiftly as he'd appeared.

  “Meet Liz,” she said to Russo as she squatted down to rub and stroke the fluffy dog quite thoroughly. The short-legged but otherwise medium-sized canine panted and wagged her stubby tail in delight, not the barest hint of mistrust to her demeanor. She didn't even flinch as Amy, the strange demi-horse, leaned her large head down and curiously sniffed the dog with her trunk-like muzzle.
  “Hi Liz,” Russo replied with a noticeably indifferent tone, giving her only a short look and already walking over to the monitoring station by the wall. One of the screens showed a number of diagrams and animated graphics with the label 'X-21' at the top. The other one was blank.
  “Shall we?” he asked.
  “We shall,” Vick concurred and pulled a tiny circular device from her pocket. She pressed it to the base of Liz' neck, just above her shoulder blades, where it automatically attached itself to the skin. Immediately, the second screen lit up, displaying information of a similar manner as the other one, but instead labeled 'Subject R-106'.
  “Monitors are online,” the jaguar noted as he glanced over the provided data. “Vital signs look good to me.”

Vick reached into her other pocket and revealed a small injector. She quickly checked the device, taking care to have it adjusted to the right dose.
  “Sorry, girl. Time for a little nap,” she said, her voice caring and sympathetic. Then, she put the gadget to the side of Liz' neck and pulled the trigger. With a short, barely audible hiss, it injected the sedative – which took effect near immediately: the dog yawned and let her body drop to the floor wearily, her eyes gradually falling shut until she snored peacefully. All the while, Russo kept a close eye on the monitor to make sure there weren't any unintended side effects.

  “All good?” Vick asked. The jaguar gave her a stoic thumbs-up and said: “Let's do this.”

Russo walked over to the sleeping dog and carefully lifted her up, holding her limp body sideways on both arms. He had done this a number of times with a variety of test subjects and had a bit of a routine going already. He cautiously carried her over to Amy's dripping rear, the semi-equine creature calmly watching him. Planting his feet firmly, he aligned the dog's muzzle with the glistening vaginal folds nestled between the horse's round buttocks and, with Vick's help, he pushed the slumbering canine's nose in!

Amy gave off a quiet grunt at the sudden sensation, but didn't flinch. Her puffy, horse-like labia spread to accommodate the penetration willingly and her copious amount of natural lubricant eased the dog's ingress quite a bit, soaking her fur. Another push saw Liz' entire head delve into the large creature's sopping wet vulva, stretching her wide and even wider as more and more of the dog's girth entered her pliable, slimy birth canal. Amy started to pant and uttered soft purrs, her thin tongue peeking from the tip of her trunk. It was apparent that she wasn't in any discomfort, but in fact she seemed to enjoy the procedure quite a bit! Invitingly, she spread her hind legs some more, wiggling her rear a little and beckoning more of the Corgi's compact frame to enter. The two scientists combined their efforts to push Liz further in and soon the entire circumference of her chest and front legs was being enveloped by the alien mare's greedy vaginal lips, spreading them quite obscenely. Slowly but steadily, the canine's midsection, haunches and fluffy butt descended into Amy's rear. Russo kept pushing her deeper, soon having his hands and forearms plunge into the hungry horse pussy as well, coating them generously in her juices. As a matter of fact, he could feel the muscles of her birth canal pull the dog (and, by extension, him) in on their own accord!
  “And that's as far as I'll go,” he stated, withdrawing his arms from her lewd embrace with an audible 'shlk', leaving her ravenous hole gaping. From prior experience, he knew that she'd likely try to have him as well, but he had no intention of letting her.

Russo and Vick watched as the entirety of the dog's unconscious body was slurped into the horse's undulating vaginal canal deeper and deeper until even the last peek of her hind paws was swallowed up by Amy's cervix with a sloppy 'glrk'. Upon this sensation, Amy tensed up and let out a long, trembling grunt as a whole gush of sexual fluids escaped her quivering pussy, spattering on the floor. One could clearly see the otherworldly horse's midsection distend and sag heavily with the additional load of an entire dog curling up in her womb.

  “See you in a bit, little fluffball.” Vick mused as she gently, almost lovingly, stroked the side of Amy's round, full belly. Muffled 'glorp's and 'glk's emanated from inside as its new occupant settled. Then, she gave Amy an acknowledging pat on the head, adding: “Take good care of her, won't you?” The equine uttered a pleased snort and nuzzled Vick affectionately with her trunk.

While washing up over the sink by the wall, Russo asked: “What's next? Monitoring?”
  “Monitoring,” Dr. Vick concurred. “I'm expected somewhere, so I'll leave you to it.”
  “Sure thing.”
  “Please keep me informed of any irregularities,” she ordered, emphasizing: “Any.”
  “You got it,” he said, pulling up the chair in front of the monitoring station and plopping himself onto it.

With Vick gone, things went really quiet. Only the occasional 'gurgle' was heard from within Amy's stuffed tummy as its contents shifted slightly now and then. Russo watched the screens for a while but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary so, eventually, he pulled out his smartphone to play a game.

At some point, the gentle horse creature lightly nudged his shoulder with her muzzle, seeking attention, but Russo just pushed her away and muttered “Stop that”. She gave off a disappointed grunt but bothered him no more. Taking into account the off-chance that there might be an issue, he gave the vital monitors a quick glance but found nothing noteworthy, thus he kept focusing on his phone.

After he'd eventually grown increasingly bored with his game, he chose to text his girlfriend.

= = = = =

Some time earlier, in another part of the complex (lab 'LSR-003', to be precise) Dr. Morgan had just assumed her post.

  “Still broken, huh?” the doberman noted with some irritation as she tried to use the sink to wash her hands but only a quiet hiss escaped the faucet. “Where is that stupid mechanic? Gomez or whatever his name was. Something Mexican.”
  “You're in a mood,” Dr. Fernham replied. The guinea pig woman sat at a desk and busied herself with going over some data. “Just use the other one, dear.”
  “Yeah I know,” Morgan conceded. “My heat is messing with me. You cavies have it easy.”

Fernham didn't agree with that assumption. Every year, come spring, she'd definitely feel it, too. Nor did she appreciate being referred to as 'cavy'. It wasn't wrong per se, but it sounded disparaging. However, she kept quiet about these thoughts as to not provoke any further ire from her colleague.

After Morgan had made use of the other sink, she sat herself down by her workstation, uttering a quiet, annoyed grunt as she placed her butt on the cushion. Unbeknownst to anyone except her and her boyfriend, a certain article of clothing that the doberman wore in place of panties today didn't quite sit right (or, depending on you asked, very right) and she felt it with every move.

Her station was occupied for the most part by a sturdy, hermetically sealed glovebox in which there were two particular things: a white female lab rat, nibbling on some seeds, and a sealed jar-like container, opaque and adorned with an ominous number of warning signs as well as a hand-written label that read 'OP-112'. Morgan put both her hands into the respective glove holes, making the thus far limp rubber appendages come to life. The rat took note of this but kept minding her own business. Whether she suspected that she was here for a very specific reason or not, she didn't show it. Only when Dr. Morgan's gloved hands took hold of the secure container and unscrewed its lid, breaking the seal, the rodent froze up, her instinctual alarm bells starting to ring, although still faintly. The scientist then turned the jar over and emptied its content onto the smooth floor of the box: a single worm-like creature flopped out, about half her arm's length and roughly as thick as her pinkie. Its smooth, black skin had a wet sheen to it. In fact, it was covered in a secretion of a clear, viscous fluid that stained the surface on which it moved.

Noticing the presence of the strange creature, the rat immediately knew that something was afoot and became nervous. She started to scramble back and forth, trying but failing to find a place to hide. This achieved nothing aside from triggering the worm's base instincts: with unexpected swiftness, the worm slithered over to the frightened rat and, wasting no time at all, lunged at the rodent, coiling its long body around her and immobilizing her in a manner very much akin to how a snake would go about it. The unfortunate lab rat struggled and squirmed, putting all her rodent strength into it, but to no avail: the determined worm creature's surprisingly firm embrace held her mercilessly in place.

  “Woah,” Dr. Morgan verbalized as she witnessed this. “This looks promising.”

Pinning the rat and allowing her neither fight nor flight, the worm proceeded to probe her rear with what was presumably its head. It took the exotic invertebrate a moment on account of having no eyes, but eventually it found the rodent's vagina nestled between her helplessly twitching hind legs. Eagerly and showing no regard at all, it then plunged itself into her opening, spreading her tiny labia with his girth. The rat gave off a startled squeak and panted in fear as the creature dug further into her nethers, inch by forceful inch. Soon, as it kept squeezing more and more of its length through her straining vaginal canal and into her womb, her little belly started to distend with the worm's prodding shape curling up within. Gradually, it relinquished its tight grip on her but, absolutely overwhelmed by the sensations, the rat was in no place to put up a fight any longer and just let it happen, her tongue hanging out of her wide open mouth.

It took several minutes but eventually, the last bit of the worm's slick body slipped into the rodent's thoroughly stretched vaginal folds, leaving her a quivering, terrified mess with an obscenely bulging tummy that twitched and writhed with the considerable volume of her womb's squirming occupant. The poor rat was stuffed so full now, she could barely move. She simply laid there on her side, exhausted, her vagina gaping and leaking clear slime.

  “Damn,” Morgan mused in an acknowledging, thoroughly impressed tone. “The guys in R&D are gonna celebrate when they hear about this. Finally, something does what it's supposed to do.”
  “What?” Dr. Fernham asked, looking up from the work in which she'd submerged herself and having caught only the tail end of her colleague's muttering.
  “Nothing,” replied Morgan, not about to bother repeating herself. Instead, she made a very positive note on her PDA and sent word of the test's result to the departments that awaited it.

Gazing at the rat and its immensely bloated gut, Morgan wondered for a moment if they'd also happened to come up with a way to get that thing out of there again... In any case, this wasn't her problem to worry about. She sent an inquiry to Hazardous Materials Handling and they'd likely be around soon to take care of the rodent, whatever that would entail.

Just as she'd put her PDA down, the door of the lab slid open with a hiss and the clopping of hooves could be heard entering the room. It was Irvine, the donkey anthro, dressed as usual in his grey boiler-suit coveralls and carrying a toolbox.
  “Mr. Cortez! Hello!” Fernham greeted the new arrival, her tone just a bit more delighted than was due for greeting a passing acquaintance.
  “Dr. Fernham.” Irvine replied stoically but friendly and with a slight nod as he set his toolbox down by the side of the offending sink.
  “Yeah,” Morgan said flatly. “Nice of you to cut your siesta short and actually do your job.”
  “Okay...” he uttered, slightly baffled by the apparent hostility leveled against him.
The doberman went on: “Listen, I don't know how they do it where you're from, but around here we stick to a schedule.”
  “I'm... actually from around, ma'am. Lived here all my life,” he responded calmly. In fact, there wasn't the slightest hint of an accent to his voice or anything else beside his surname that would suggest he was from another country. He looked at Fernham quizzically and asked: “What's her problem?”
  “Oh, she's... uhm,” the guinea pig stammered, taking an audible breath and thinking about how to phrase herself for a second. “Better don't mind her today.”
  “Whatever!” Morgan threw her hands up in annoyance. “Get to it. Time is money and all that.”
  “Sure thing, doc,” the donkey obliged and commenced his task.

Busy metallic clanging, screwing and the occasional hammering could be heard for a while as the technician did what was being paid for. Meanwhile, both Fernham and Morgan sat at their respective desks, doing their own things. There was always one or the other simulation to run as well as data to collect and collate. It wasn't particular glamorous work but it needed to be done.

  “All done,” Irvine said eventually after having given the now repaired faucet a short test run and judged it to be in fine condition again.
  “Thank you, Mr. Cortez,” Fernham commented, always eager to let him know how much she appreciates his services. Of course, she knew that it was his job and that he'd do it regardless of whether people acknowledged it or not, but she found it only right to express it nonetheless.
  “Always a pleasure, doc,” he replied while packing up his tools. As he left, he added: “Have a nice day, Dr. Fernham.” Morgan received no such well-wishes of him. Not that she cared, though.

  “A 'pleasure', eh? Are you two fucking or what?” the doberman asked her colleague immediately after the technician had left, a wry smirk on her face.
  “Beg your pardon?”
  “I see the way you look at the guy,” Morgan kept prodding. “Is there something going on between the two of you?”
  “N- No!” Fernham stammered. “He's too big!” she blurted without thinking. Suddenly realizing she might have disclosed a bit too much just now, the blushing guinea pig tried to back-paddle: “I mean... I assume that he is. On account of him being an equine, you see...”
  “Yeah, it's not a pretty picture. He'd totally wreck you,” Morgan stated bluntly. “But still. You'd sure like to give his burrito a nibble at least. Don't you, girl?”
Entirely unknown to the doberman, Fernham had in fact already gotten a taste of him, but that was during a strange situation – one that she didn't intend to recount, especially not to her inappropriately nosy lab partner who wouldn't drop the casual racism.
  “I don't see how it's any of your bu-” the small woman began to say, but she was rudely interrupted.
  “Hold that thought,” Morgan declared and pulled out her smartphone which had just vibrated. A notification on its screen informed her that she'd received a text message. “Thank the gods,” she muttered in apparent relief as she learned that it came from her boyfriend.

  “whens ur break?” Russo asked.
  “how bout now?” Morgan texted back.
Only a few seconds passed until the reply came: “ok :D”
  “gimme 5 min” she sent, upon which she received a 'thumbs up' emoticon from him.

= = = = =

Fortunately, the occupancy plan of many of the labs was readily accessible via the facility's internal network. Thus, Morgan had no trouble finding some privacy in an unused room close by. Much to her delight, it turned out there was a bed in there! It was likely used to study sleep or something? She didn't know everything they did here, nor did she care. Still, she'd happily make use of it.

Russo had it even easier: He simply retreated into the observation chamber adjacent to the lab in which he was supposed to be monitoring the subjects. There was a large one-way window in the wall that separated the two rooms. He'd have an unobstructed view on Amy, yet she wouldn't be able to see him in return. The thought of her huge, black eyes watching him as he went about his naughty business made him uneasy, so this was perfect.

Both were confident that nobody would suspect anything. They'd only be gone for a short while. 

Laying down on the surprisingly comfortable bed, she then texted him: “do it”

The jaguar was already getting hard just thinking about it. Sitting on an office chair by the observation desk, he unbuttoned his pants and freed his stiffening cat dick, proceeding to rub himself a little with his left hand. In the other, he held the round device in which his girlfriend's willing dog pussy was nestled. He smelled her, delighting in the rich scent of her heat. Then, he gave her a good, firm lick and let his rough tongue appreciate the soft, velvety texture of her puffy canine labia.

A text message popped up on his phone's screen: “fuck 4play! put it in”

  “Yeah okay,” Russo muttered to himself. As ordered, he went on to lower the thing onto his hard rod, slowly plunging into her hot depths and spreading her with his girth. She was kind of tight, but also soaking wet and took him eagerly. With a soft moan, he hilted himself all the way into her hot, inviting folds. This was very strange. He tried to visualize it: His penis was in his girlfriend, even though she was somewhere else entirely! Which meant that his dick was there now, too? It surely wasn't here anymore, as he ascertained himself by waving his hand through the space above the device where his feline member was supposed to be. It was gone, but he could still definitely feel it, all engulfed by the tightness of his willing partner's sloppy dog pussy.

Morgan gave off a relishing sigh as she felt the familiar shape of his cock enter her, his cat-like barbs tickling her soft inner walls. She'd been waiting for this and enjoyed it thoroughly. With a practiced move, she undid the clasp of her bra under her shirt and subsequently went on to play with her boobs, massaging them gently but firmly and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. Primal lust overtook her quickly and she eagerly gave herself to its allure.

Enough with the pleasantries, he decided. She wanted to be bred like the bitch in heat that she was and he was happy to oblige. He started to move the device up and down along the entire length of his cock, slowly at first but picking up the pace quickly. He complemented the motions by bucking his hips, thrusting his dick into her as he knew she liked it. Soon, the wet, squishy sounds of a good fuck filled the room and the fur of his crotch was getting soaked in her female juices. The tightness of her canine pussy clung to him every time he pulled back and welcomed him oh so readily with each deep thrust.

Panting and moaning in pure bliss, her whole body trembled with the lewd sensation and her tongue hung out of her open mouth, dripping saliva onto the pillow. The soft little barbs that covered the tip of her boyfriend's feline dick stimulated her sensitive spots in a way that even the cocks of her own species couldn't compare to. That and the sheer naughty appeal of having him remotely fuck her while she was supposed to be working was intoxicating!

He shared that same sentiment. In fact, the forbidden nature of the activity proved so hot, he just couldn't hold on any longer. He'd tried, but to no avail: Hilting himself into her soft spade, he came, quick and suddenly. His eyes rolled back and he groaned with lust as he discharged his pent-up balls into her, shooting thick spurts of kitty cum deep into her quivering folds and splashing her cervix with his sticky load. He submerged himself in the feeling of it for as long as he could, only pulling out when he was good and done. Viscous strings of sperm dripped out of her pussy as he withdrew.

He was about to grab a couple of tissues to take care of the mess when his cat ears picked up something worrying: A faint, repeating beep emanated from the monitoring station in the other room! This was never good and he knew it. As he directed his gaze over to Amy, he could clearly see that she was in discomfort: her head hung low and she panted heavily. There was an unsettling squirming visible under the skin of her midsection and ever so often, she distinctly tensed up as if she was in pain. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed and rushed over as quickly as he could, doing his best to stow his cock and button up his pants on the go.

Morgan was pissed. Not only didn't Russo make her cum. With the portal device covering up her pussy entirely and there being no moving it, she was also completely incapable of taking care of it herself! She sent him an angry text message but didn't receive an immediate reply. What a dick! There was a fire in her loins and it was his job to extinguish it!

She just laid there on the bed for a while, feeling frustrated and disappointed.

= = = = =

  “You had one job!” Vick yelled. She huffed angrily, her eyelid twitching with unbridled rage. “You let this go on for several minutes without notifying me! What the hell were you doing?”
Russo had never seen her this furious. She was terrifying! Still, he couldn't bring himself to answer her, for there was no excuse. He knew he'd messed up, but he couldn't possibly tell her what had distracted him from his task, lest she might rip out his throat with her teeth right then and there...
  “What are you waiting for?” she asked, her tone commanding and very, very serious. “We have to get the subject out of her! And by 'we' I mean 'you'. Prove you're not entirely incompetent and maybe I won't have you fired on the spot.”

Well, this took a turn. Convinced that Dr. Vick would be satisfied with nothing but the utmost initiative on his part right now, Russo hastily took off his lab coat and shirt, stripping his upper body down to his bare fur and readying himself to take a dive into a horse pussy. This certainly wasn't how he'd imagined this day would go.

She went on to pull her injector out of her pocket and fiddled with it, muttering things to herself in German – which he didn't need to understand to know that they likely weren't very flattering. Then, she turned to Amy and petted her head softly, trying to calm the animal. “You poor thing,” she cooed, her voice suddenly having turned warm and motherly. “I'll give you something to help you relax. And we're gonna make it all better.” Unceremoniously, she administered the injection and shot Russo a serious glance, signifying that he better got on with it.

  “Here we go again...” Russo mumbled as he once more found himself only inches away from the hybrid horse's sopping wet pussy. He knew he'd have to go deep this time, which would require a slightly different angle of approach than usual, so he'd put up a stepladder behind the animal. Standing on top of it, he proceeded to carefully push one hand into Amy's slimy vulva, then the other one, parting her lips with a wet squelch. The slightly dazed creature purred quietly, instinctively welcoming the sensation despite the apparent distress in her tummy. Slowly and taking care not to be rough, the jaguar drove his slender arms deeper into her, beyond his wrists and then past his elbows, soaking his short fur in her plentiful secretions. He took a deep breath, inadvertently filling his lungs and nose with the heavy, musky smell of her arousal. Then, he leaned his head forward and dove in.

It was tight, dark and damp inside the equine's vaginal canal. Russo was suddenly surrounded by a gentle cacophony of organic noises: a constant, deep murmuring that was overlaid with muffled 'glorp's and 'gurgle's as well the soothing thump of a large beating heart. The velvety inner walls of Amy's fleshy tunnel squeezed him, though not in an entirely uncomfortable way but more akin to a big, tight hug. This actually wasn't as bad as he'd imagined it would be! It was in fact quite cozy and almost tranquil...

Although he wasn't able to see, his outstretched hands could distinctly make out the ring of muscle that was the horse's cervix. Keeping his eyes on the prize, he inched himself forward, exerting more and more pressure on the barrier that separated him from her womb until it eventually yielded and spread open around his invading fingers. He was enveloped by the horse's flexible pussy up to just under his chest now, giving her quite a stretch, but he knew he'd have to delve in at least another few inches so he could get a grip on the corgi nestled in Amy's uterus.

Determined, he pushed onward. His hands broke through the tight, circular mound of the large animal's cervix and much to his relief, his fingers felt the soft texture of wet dog fur just beyond. Only a little further... He strained and pushed himself forward as far as he managed using his legs and wriggling his upper body like a worm until his hands reached around what he made out to be the dog's chest. He gripped the animal under her forelimbs and held on to her. Then, one after the other, he lifted his legs up and planted his feet against Amy's round Buttocks, practically folding himself over by the hip (a feat possible only thanks to his cat-like flexibility) and he pulled. Hard. Extending his legs with all his might in a labored effort to pull himself free and gripping the dog firmly, he gave it everything he had.

The jaguar grunted and exerted himself, battling the tight grip of Amy's cervix until it finally gave in and her womb couldn't manage to hold on to its occupant any longer. In one squishy swoop, Russo yanked himself out of her and rolled backwards onto the floor, holding in his arms Liz the corgi – both of them soaked in clear fluids that formed a sticky puddle beneath them. The dog sprang from his embrace and thoroughly shook herself off. Amy's pussy was absolutely gaping and continued to drip with juices but despite that, neither of the two animals appeared that much worse for the wear.

  “Well done,” Dr. Vick said. “Don't think you're off the hook, though.”
She could have at least let him catch his breath before she kept piling on the bad news...
  “Take a shower,” she went on. “Then, I want you to go through the data log and find out what went wrong here. I'll transfer all the information to your terminal in A-sector. You'll be under observation. If I hear you're slacking for but one minute, you may as well pack your things. I'll tend to these two.” She pointed at the door and added: “Out!”
Damn. She really let him feel it. Knowing she likely wouldn't want to hear a single word out of him right now, he obediently grabbed his clothes and was on his way.

After he'd stepped out of the shower, dried himself off and put his clothes back on, he suddenly noticed something very disconcerting. With the imminent threat of losing his job having taken up most of his faculties, it hadn't occurred to him before. All the harder, the realization hit him now: He didn't have the portal device on him anymore!
  “Shit!” the jaguar exclaimed, not caring whether anyone heard him. He must have left it in the observation chamber! Vick would likely still be around, so he couldn't go back now. He wasn't even supposed to be in there. He'd have to figure out some way to pick it up later, after she'd left.

A text message on his phone, sent by his girlfriend a while ago, read: “dude I didnt cum! wtf?” Great. Now he had not just one but two women angry at him. And both of them didn't even know the half of it! This whole thing was starting to become a lot more trouble than it was worth! He couldn't bring himself to reply, though, until he'd taken steps to fix this situation. No way he'd tell her he'd stupidly left the device laying around somewhere!

Morgan, meanwhile, had returned to her post and resumed her work. Her 'break' hadn't done anything to alleviate her mood. On the contrary: She was even more worked up now than she'd been before. However, instead of continuing to be overtly aggressive, she resigned herself to sulk and brood quietly for the most part.

= = = = =

Patton was in a good mood. The red squirrel, dressed in white coveralls, was nearly done with today's work: Only this room and the small one next to it and he could call it a day. And then he would have a little get-together with his buddies, share a beer or two and maybe play some video games with them. He'd been looking forward to that for a while. Jauntily, he hummed to himself as he mopped up the sticky puddle from the smooth, tiled floor of lab 'MP-12'. He could vaguely speculate on where these fluids might have come from, for he had been working in this facility for a few years now. Despite never being directly involved in anything they did here, he knew they were up to some pretty crazy stuff that you wouldn't believe. Sadly, he wasn't allowed to tell anyone. His contract was very specific about that.

After having mopped the floor, he proceeded to wipe down the sink and other surfaces. These science types were finicky about that, so he'd learned to be diligent. The other room, an adjacent observation chamber, didn't really look like it had seen any use today, but Patton decided to give it a quick treatment just to be on the safe side. As he got to the desk, he noticed something that piqued his interest: there was a round, metallic 'thing' that looked slightly out of place on the otherwise neat and tidy workspace. He knew he shouldn't, but something compelled him to investigate. The object looked like a pillbox, with a lid that you could open and he went on to do just that.

  “Whaaat?” he exclaimed with wide eyes as he gazed upon its content, not entirely believing what he saw: nestled right in the middle of the object, he found a sopping wet canine vagina that looked eerily realistic! Further accentuating the impression, it was coated in what he was certain to be dried sperm! He was baffled. It even smelled like pussy. By pure primal curiosity, he brushed his finger over its surface and without a doubt it felt like pussy, too. He put a digit between the engorged lips of the disembodied vulva and probed into it. “This is some high-tech shit...” he stated, his voice trembling with sheer amazement, as the entire length of his finger sunk into the orifice and seemingly vanished into some kind of pocket dimension or something? Needless to say, it definitely was a pussy in the inside as well. He felt the warm slickness of the vaginal canal and he could swear it even tensed up a bit in reaction to his exploring it.

At the same time, in another part of the complex, Dr. Morgan suddenly gave off a startled 'yip' and jumped up from her chair.
  “Is everything alright, dear?” Fernham asked, a genuinely concerned expression on her rodent face. The doberman was visibly discombobulated for a second, but she collected herself quickly.
  “It's nothing,” she replied, shaking her head. “Just a cramp.”
Hastily (and suspiciously), she then pulled out her smartphone and typed something urgent. Fernham was no dummy and clearly noticed something was afoot here, but obviously she wasn't supposed to know, so she inquired no further.

Patton still couldn't rightly believe what he'd found here. If this thing was supposed to be part of any official test or experiment, there was no way they'd just leave it laying around like that. Somebody must have misplaced it by accident! For a moment, he considered notifying the proper authorities but then, he didn't. He'd be lucky if he'd even get so much as a 'Thank you' for his trouble, whereas if he kept it for himself... He'd have an incredibly realistic pocket pussy at his disposal! The choice was easily made.

= = = = =

  “Holy fuck,” Dan commented. His eyes were just as wide with wonderment as Patton's had been when he'd first looked upon the curious device. The red fox had inspected the thing for a good two minutes now. “Where'd you get this?” he asked.
  “Oh, you know how it is,” Patton replied with a smirk. “I'd have to kill you if I told you.”
  “Yeah, right. Secret lab shit. I get it,” his vulpine buddy remarked dismissively. “So, how come you get to take it home with you?”
The squirrel took a deep breath, quickly growing tired with the line of inquiry. “Maybe don't keep questioning a good thing?” he retorted flatly.

Patton and his buddies sat in the living room of his small apartment. He and Dan were seated on the worn couch opposite of the TV. Next to them, on the matching armchair, lounged a zebra anthro who went by the name Quincy. Apart from those three, Patton's dog Rokko was also present: a rather large, indistinct mix of breeds with short black and brown fur. He laid in the corner, curled up in his soft doggy bed and didn't seem particular interested in engaging with the guests at this time.

The coffee table was cluttered with assorted snacks and a couple of beer bottles. Quincy's end of it was reserved for the things he needed to roll his joints, neatly arranged and ready for use. The distinct smell of weed smoke hung in the air.

During the course of their get-together, they've been talking about guy stuff mostly and had complained about their jobs, the economy and women, but the conversation had grown progressively less inhibited the more beers they had in them until, at some point, Patton had chosen to reveal the futuristic pocket pussy he'd gotten hold of. This thing was sure to impress his fellows!

  “How does it work?” the zebra asked, leaning in to get a better look at it.
  “Do I look like an egghead to you, bro?” the squirrel replied. “Probably, like, magnets or some shit.”
  “Magnets. Really?” the striped equine replied in a disparaging tone and raised an eyebrow.
  “I don't know, okay?” Patton declared and took a sip of his beer. “Stop asking me about that shit.”
  “More like... quantum entanglement, right?” Dan threw in.
  “You totally just made that up, bro,” the rodent chuckled and gave the fox a playful shove.
  “Naw man, I tell you. It's a thing. I've read about it!” the vulpine stated honestly. “There are, like, these 'quantums', like, one here...” He raised his hands to illustrate. “... and one there. And they're kinda... connected, you know? And if you know one of them, you can kinda tell what the other looks like, even if it's, like, totally way out there.” The fox made a wide sweeping gesture with his hand. He was about to go on with this only barely accurate explanation, but Patton interrupted him.
  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the squirrel said, not really caring much. “Why do you read shit like that, bro? You work in a car wash. What do you need 'quantums' for?”
  “What, you think I wanna work in that place all my life? I've got ambitions, man.” Dan stated.
  “So, you gonna use that thing or what?” Quincy asked, getting the conversation back on track.
  “Uhm. Like... now?” the squirrel stuttered, his confidence suddenly cracking.
  “Sure, why not? Just pass it along when you're done.”
The zebra man didn't seem to have any issue with the thought of his friend getting it on with a pocket pussy right then and there, nor did he mind the concept of sharing it. This perplexed Patton at first, but more than anything he despised the idea of looking hesitant or afraid in front of his bros, so he said: “Fine with me.”
Dan, however, chose to protest: “But I don't want you guys to see my junk! That's gay, man!”
  “Don't be a prude,” Quincy reacted calmly. “I see plenty junk at work. Nothing gay about it.”
It was true. He worked at the fire station and they were used to taking communal showers.
  “Well... Maybe I don't want to see your junk, then?” the fox kept arguing.
  “You're being very narrow-minded right now, dude,” his zebra buddy went on to explain. “A guy's junk should be a point of pride. You're making it sound like you're ashamed of it! Just... don't.”
Dan couldn't disagree with that reasoning. He looked over to Patton, who simply shrugged.

  “Okay... I'm gonna do it,” the squirrel man said and unbuttoned his pants. “Now, I know my rodent pecker is probably nothing to brag about but-”
  “This is a safe space, dude,” the zebra cut him off. “Nobody's gonna laugh or judge. Or be awkward about it.” He gave Dan a sideways glance and added: “Right?”
  “Y- Yeah sure,” the fox stammered in agreement.
  “Good boy,” Quincy winked at him. Then, he leaned forward to roll another joint.

Patton had never figured that his zebra buddy had such a liberal and encouraging stance on this subject! But then, the topic of the 'junk' had rarely come up. As so many other straight males, they'd usually chosen to forego the mention of it for a variety of complex reasons, most of which originated in unwritten societal expectations and personal insecurities. Men simply didn't talk among each other about their junk. That's what he'd thought, at least. The new perspective presented here was actually nice and welcome! It somehow made him feel more 'okay' with this – although the beer and weed might have contributed, too. His inhibitions having mostly melted away, Patton started to rub his fuzzy squirrel sheath as he often did (albeit without the company) and managed to successfully get himself hard. Despite his initial attempt at lowering whatever expectation there might have existed, his penis turned out to be nothing to sneeze at. It wasn't what you'd call 'big' but more on the girthy side and had a gently curved shape to it, which he knew some women liked. Raring to finally have a go at it, he took hold of the illicitly appropriated pocket pussy and lowered it onto his dick, feeling its warmth and soft tightness embrace him...

Russo, grounded to his terminal and keeping busy as if his life depended on it, noticed but ignored the fact that a text message popped up on his phone's screen.
  “wtf r u doing?” it said.

Were his fur not red, one could have clearly seen Dan blushing. The fox was noticeably uncomfortable, nervously rocking his legs and clutching his beer bottle close to the point of crushing it. His gaze was desperately focused straight ahead on the TV, even though there was nothing going on there. Quincy lit his joint and puffed it a bit, but instead of holding on to it for much longer, he then handed it to Dan who eagerly took it off his hands and had a long drag of it.
  “This bothers you, huh?” the zebra asked in a gentle, understanding tone to his voice.
  “Yeah, I mean. What is this, man? What's going on here?” the fox responded, exhaling a cloud of smoke. He sounded hopeless and confused. “I just came here to, you know, hang out. Have a few beers. Unwind. And now suddenly I'm supposed to whip my dick out? And have a little...” He moved his hand in the universally understood gesture of jerking off. “... with you guys? That's weird, man.”
  “What's weird about it?” Quincy inquired calmly, sounding almost like a therapist, without the barest indication of any deeper motive besides expecting an answer to the question.

Quiet moans and the wet, slapping sounds of sex could be heard emanating from Patton's direction as he gave himself to the blissful sensations of it. He'd started humping the device with reckless abandon and enjoyed every second of it.

  “Stay with me now,” the zebra snapped his fingers at Dan, focusing his attention. “Don't mind him. Talk to me.”
  “I mean. I get why you wouldn't have a problem with it, man,” the fox explained. “You're probably, like...” He held out his hands at some distance to each other, indicating something large, and made a 'wolf whistle' sound. “You could use that thing to knock someone out cold, right?”
  “Ah, I see,” Quincy uttered, seeming to get the picture here. He leaned forward a bit and said: “I'll let you in on a little secret. See, ninety percent of women won't have me because the size of it just plain freaks them out. Like, they think I'm some kind of monster!' He chuckled. “The big ol' horse dick is not all it's cracked up to be, know what I'm saying? It can be really frustrating sometimes.”
  “I've never thought about it that way,” Dan admitted.
  “But you. You're a cute and sexy fellow,” the equine man stated matter-of-factly. “Everybody loves foxes. And foxes can 'love' everybody. That's pretty cool, don't you think?”
Upon hearing this, the vulpine's legs suddenly stopped rocking. “You really think so?” he asked.
  “Come on. Don't tell me you don't know. Foxes are waaay popular.”
  “Naw, I mean the other thing. What you said before. You think I'm cute... and sexy?”
  “Dude, for sure!” Quincy agreed. There wasn't a hint of hesitation or denial in his voice. “In fact, if I were so inclined... I'd totally do things with you.”
  “That's gay,” Dan replied, although not in a judgmental or displeased tone but ponderous and noticeably unsure of himself.
  “I suppose it is,” Quincy shrugged.

A slightly awkward silence between the two followed, overlaid only by the rhythmic, squishy noises of the well-utilized pocket pussy and the pleased sighs that came out of Patton's open mouth.

  “Can I... see it?” the fox then asked, nervously chewing on his lower lip.
  “What, my dick?” Quincy assured himself he hadn't misheard. There was a pleased smile on his striped face. He was making some real progress in getting his buddy to open up here and it tickled him in all the right ways!
  “Y- Yeah,” Dan stammered.
  “I'm so glad you asked,” the zebra said and reached down to unbutton his pants. There was an unmistakable bulge in his crotch that strained against the sturdy fabric. “Because it's getting pretty... tight... in here.” He opened the zipper and pushed down the hem of his shorts, freeing his endowment: His big, black zebra package just flopped out. “That's better,” he huffed, stroking himself a bit. He wasn't remotely hard yet, but getting there.
  “Fuck, that thing is big...” the fox muttered breathlessly, averting his gaze. He was visibly torn, only able to bring himself to sneak short, shameful peeks at the equine's throbbing length. Despite still being half-limp, it was already fat and veiny and imposing...
  “Don't be shy, my dude,” Quincy encouraged him. “You wanna look? Take a look. He likes the attention.” He winked.
Bit by bit, Dan started to realize that there seemed to be nothing inappropriate or wrong here apart from what he chose to keep telling himself. Quincy had such an air of pure confidence about him; the fox found it difficult to not let it affect him.

  “Can I touch it?” he heard himself ask.
The zebra couldn't hold back an amused chuckle, so high-pitched that it sounded almost girlish. “If you want.” he responded. “Do you?”
  “I don't know, man,” Dan began stammering again. “I mean... I'm not gay. At least I didn't think so. But-”
  “You adorable fuzzball,” Quincy interrupted him, still smiling. “Come over here.”
Retaining a distinct sense of hesitation but pushing through it, the fox slunk down from the couch, knelt between the zebra's legs and handed him what remained of the joint. The tip of the thick horse-meat was only inches away from the vulpine's muzzle. He carefully laid his fingers around the dick's considerable circumference and squeezed it just a little, feeling the warmth and softness of its skin but the undeniably growing firmness of it as well. “This is so weird...” he mumbled.
  “You're doing good,” the equine praised him and, to accentuate, he began to gently stroke the fox's fluffy cheek with his free hand. Dan pressed the side of his face into his buddy's caress by pure, simple instinct. He liked this. He liked this so much! Why was it so agonizing to admit it? Well, there was no going back now. He started to stroke the length of the hardening dick in front of him. Slowly but firmly, just as he would his own, although using both his hands in this instance.

When he looked up to the zebra, their gazes met. Dan's own eyes looked insecure and vulnerable but Quincy's were warm and acknowledging. “You're doing really good,” the equine reiterated, nodding slightly. He kept rewarding his little fox buddy with soft pats to the fur of his face and neck. Then, the vulpine did something unexpected: He leaned forward and gave the horse dick's tip a long, slow lick with his flat, slobbery tongue, all the while keeping up the eye contact.
  “Damn...” Quincy uttered in a pleasantly surprised tone. “That's the stuff!”
His inhibitions fading rapidly now, Dan went even a big step further! He wrapped his lips around the girth of his zebra friend's cock and began to carefully suckle on it. If there was one thing to be said about gay sex – it occurred to him – it was that a man knew what a man wanted. The fox had an inherent knowledge of how to suck dick simply because it's the way he imagined he himself wanted to be sucked. There was a simple truth and beauty to that and both of them appreciated it.

A sudden, strained moan could be heard from Patton as he came. He held the portal device tightly pressed to his crotch and humped at it with his hips, emptying his balls into the mysterious destination on the other side of it. “Gods, this thing is heavenly...!” he sighed.

  “Uhm. What are you guys doing...?” the squirrel asked after he'd come down from his orgasmic high, unsure about what he saw. “Gay stuff?” he added, only half-jokingly. “Holy Shit! You are!” he yelled and jumped up from the couch when it became glaringly obvious to him. His buddy Dan was on his knees between his other buddy Quincy's legs and gobbled that frightfully large zebra dick like he really meant it! “What the fuck?” Patton exclaimed. He'd been blissfully oblivious to these events until now. He'd had his eyes closed for most of it and his focus had been entirely on the downright magical tightness of that awesome fuck toy! All the more dumbfounded was he now as he witnessed this strange thing unfolding between his bros.
  “Don't be a dick, dude,” Quincy stated calmly and took a drag of his joint. “This one is on a journey of self-discovery and doesn't appreciate your bad vibes.”
  “W- What?” Patton stammered. He spoke slowly and awkwardly, his eyes wide with disbelief. “I mean... Okay...? I'm- I'm just gonna... go... get some more beer, then...”
  “That's very thoughtful of you. Thanks,” the zebra man replied. “Hand me that thing, please?”
The rodent looked down on the device which he still held in his hand. Its lid was flipped shut, but there were dribbles of cum leaking out. “Should I... clean it?”
  “Don't sweat it, dude. Just-” the zebra man replied and illustrated the unspoken rest of the sentence by simply gesturing with his hand in a way that beckoned Patton to throw it over. The squirrel did just that and Quincy caught it like a pro, adding: “Much obliged.”

Patton spent a long while in the kitchen; definitely longer than it would take to merely get a few bottles of beer from the fridge. He just stood there for the most part, sipping his beer and staring into space. The initial shock of what he'd seen just now wore off eventually, though, and more coherent thoughts started to form in his mind. He wondered if there had been any signs which he just hadn't seen, but he couldn't remember any. This was certainly weird. He couldn't deny that he saw his bros in a different light now. But there was also another thing he felt: A faint sensation of something akin to... envy? It was as if maybe his buddies had found something here: A kind of unquestioning honesty and self-realization which he'd chosen to deny himself for stupid macho reasons. He didn't want to be awkward about this! So what if they were gay? Or possibly bisexual. That wasn't a big deal, right? He knew openly gay people. None of them had ever given him any trouble. So what was the problem here? Was there in fact a problem? A little bit of warning would have been nice, he supposed...

When Patton eventually came back to the living room carrying three bottles of beer in his hands, he couldn't help but grunt at what he saw: His two bros had changed their positions insofar that they now laid on the couch. The zebra had one arm around the fox, holding him in a tight sensual embrace, and with the other hand he masturbated Dan's exposed vulpine dick using the pocket pussy to its fullest extent. All the while, the fox returned the favor by stroking Quincy's hard zebra dick to the best of his abilities. And to top it off, their muzzles were locked in a continuous, sloppy kiss. Witnessing this, the squirrel distinctly felt the awkwardness again which he'd just convinced himself wasn't a real thing. He glanced down to his side where his dog Rokko laid in his doggy bed.
  “Can you believe these guys?” he asked the animal. “All gaying it up in my living room?”
The dog looked at him quizzically and yawned.
  “Really? You too?” Patton inquired further. “So, I'm the asshole here? Is that what you're saying?”
There was no answer. The squirrel sighed, then he asked: “So... you wanna go for a walk?”

After having dressed himself and put the leash on his dog, he briefly addressed the two lovebirds on the sofa: “I'm out for a bit. You guys just... do you. Or, each other or whatever. I'll probably be back in, like, half an hour or so.”
  “Alright, dude,” Quincy replied. “See you in a few.”
Dan said something, too, but Patton couldn't quite understand it, for it quickly trailed off into a lustful, trembling moan.

= = = = =

  “Gods damn...!” Morgan whimpered. “What the fuck is happening?!”
She'd locked herself in a stall in one of the employee toilets and leaned against the wall. Her body shook and quivered by the sensations she found herself subjected to and her eyes were wet with tears. In her hand, she held her smartphone and desperately awaited some manner of message to pop up on its screen. She had tried to get hold of Russo several times, but to no avail.

It had started about twenty minutes ago: via the device strapped to her groin, without warning, something had penetrated her that she could distinctly make out to be a penis – only it was definitely not her boyfriend's! She'd managed to get out of the lab without raising all too much suspicion even as the disembodied dick recklessly fucked her. The toilet had been the first place where she'd assumed to find relative privacy and she'd been here since then. Soon enough, the guy – whoever he was – had gotten it over with, but the subsequent peace had lasted only for a couple of minutes. Now, there was another dude going at it! One who felt slightly larger and most likely canine, judging from the shape of him.

And the worst part of her unfortunate predicament? She was starting to enjoy it! The first fellow hadn't made her cum, but he'd gotten her pretty close. He'd been rather small but he'd had a pleasant shape to him. Tickled her in just the right spots, there was no denying it. Now, the current guy... He felt really good. She hated herself for feeling like this, but her body wanted what it wanted. She was just as much a slave to its primitive whims as she was a plaything to the fact that she couldn't get this fucking thing off of her!

She struggled to stifle her moans, only barely managing to do so with most of the stranger's hard, deep thrusts – and with some of them, she couldn't. Were anyone here, he'd most likely heard her. This was degrading! How had she gotten herself into this crazy fucked-up situation? Was this all her fault? In a way, she supposed. She probably shouldn't have trusted Russo. At this moment, she hated him so very much... The next time she would meet him, he'd be in a world of pain. She'd see to it.

The doberman found it increasingly difficult to mask the sheer, inappropriate pleasure she experienced. The mysterious stranger went at it good and hard and her heat-addled body fully appreciated it. She felt his knot slap against her wet doggy spade with every quick thrust – each of which turned out more determined and forceful than the last – until, with a squishy 'pop', her labia spread wide and welcomed the thick bulb into her. He'd knotted her! Despite the wrongness of it, she was finally driven over the edge: a shameful, desperately needed orgasm overcame her.
  “Oooh g- Aaaaaah...!” she whimpered, her voice shivering and her entire body tensing and quaking with pure, animalistic lust and relief as she felt his bestial dick throb inside her. With plentiful, almost audible spurts, he filled her needy womb with his hot seed and soothed that raging desire she'd felt in her lower belly all day. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

Morgan's legs gave in weakly and she let herself sink down to the cold floor. Huddled in the corner of this unflattering place right beside a toilet, she typed yet another angry, desperate text message with her shaky hands and sent it to Russo. All the while, she felt that knotted dick lodged inside, continuing to squirt his unwelcome load into her. It would likely be a while till he'd manage to pull out. It was then that the lingering sensation of helplessness and dread proved too much for her to take and she started crying.

Ten minutes or so passed which she spent quietly sobbing into her sleeves. The dog cock that had bred her so mercilessly had slowly deflated and tugged at her, trying and eventually managing to pull out. The pressure it had put on her insides subsided rather quickly and the excess cum spilled out to... somewhere? She had no idea. Nor did she really care. It took her another few minutes to get up from the floor. She sniffled, her face wet with tears, as she carried herself over to the sink. The mirror made it obvious that she was a mess. She proceeded to wash her face, erasing the most overt indications of how utterly miserable she felt right now.

When she stepped into the corridor, she was greeted by Dr. Vick who just happened by.
  “Dr. Morgan,” the vaguely bunny-like anthro said. Apparently, she was about to strike up some kind of conversation, but as she looked upon the distressed doberman, she couldn't help but notice: “Hey, you look kinda... Are you okay?”
  “It's nothing,” Morgan replied, her voice noticeably exhausted and weak. “I'm just tired. It's been a long day.”
  “Okay...” Vick said. She put no effort into trying to mask her skepticism, but she pressed no further. Instead, she went on to announce: “I was gonna say, R&D is gonna have a little 'thing' over in C-sector later. There'll be a buffet and something to drink, too. I mean. You don't have to come. But I thought you'd like to know.”
  “Yeah thanks. I'll think about- H- Aaaaaah...!” Morgan's statement suddenly trailed off into a high-pitched whine, which startled Vick. The doberman put both hands on her stomach and her face contorted in obvious discomfort. “Gods, not again...!” she yammered. She turned around and staggered back into the employee toilet, bumping her shoulder against the frame of the door as the entered. Now, this had Vick very concerned. She followed her colleague into the room and saw her vanish into one of the stalls and lock the door behind her.
  “You're not alright, girl,” the tan-furred woman stated. “What's going on? Do you need help?”
  “No!” Morgan yelled from behind the door. “Just go! Leave me be! Please...”
Vick stood there for a moment, unsure of how to react to this, but then she chose to obey her coworker's wish, strange as it may have sounded, and left. She presumed some kind of gastrointestinal distress here that could have had any number of possible causes – some of which might be very serious. She'd check in with her in a few minutes.

This was bad! Again, Morgan felt something being pushed into her already well-used doggy spade without any regard, only this time it was really fucking huge! It spread her soft labia wide like nothing she'd ever experienced before and exerted downright painful pressure on her insides as it thrust deep into her with merciless force. “Shiiit...!” she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes and her teeth clenching. That terrifyingly large thing shook her body and even visibly bulged out under the fur of her lower belly with its thick shape every time it hammered at her cervix!
  “G- Aaah!” she moaned. “Is that- Aah! Is that a f- fucking- Aaaah! … horse cock?!”
Leaning forward and steadying herself on the toilet, she panted and huffed and sobbed as that fat dick abused her poor canine pussy with reckless abandon. It took its time with her, slowing down occasionally and pulling out almost all the way but then proceeding to fuck her all the harder after only a short respite. Despite the amount of anguish her sorry mind was in, however, her body seemed to grow used to the brutal dicking quite soon and, in fact, gave in to it readily. Her tongue hung limply and drooling from her wide open mouth and her eyes rolled back as she was helplessly overcome by the welling sensation of another uncalled for, yet nonetheless nerve-wracking orgasm. 

Her pussy quivered involuntarily and clenched around the invading monster dick as if trying to 'milk' it and, soon enough, she could make out the unmistakable throbbing of his climax as well: he plunged into her as far as he managed and pressed hard against her cervix. If she had any doubts about him in fact being a horse, they were laid to rest now as his tip suddenly widened in a manner distinctly conforming to what she'd heard equine dicks tend to do. She felt it inside her as well as on the bulge in her belly. There wasn't the slightest gap between his tip and her cervix and thus he spurted his hot, sticky horse cum directly into her womb, absolutely flooding it with his sheer, otherworldly volume and swelling her tummy in a fashion that made her look very pregnant!

Yet again, Morgan slumped down to the floor in exhaustion. She rested her upper body upon the closed lid of the toilet and felt the anonymous horse's dick withdraw from her thoroughly utilized pussy, leaving it suddenly empty but still painfully stretched.

= = = = =

When Patton eventually came home, he was relieved to find his two bros had apparently gotten most of the gayness out of their respective systems. The zebra and the fox sat next to each other on the couch and chatted about seemingly pretty normal-sounding things. There was mention of video game related terms. The squirrel took a seat on the armchair, saying nothing at first.
  “You alright, dude?” Quincy asked. It wasn't overtly apparent what the question entailed specifically, but it stood to reason that he intended to clear the air about what had occurred.
  “Yeah, I'm good.” Patton replied. “I've had some time to think.”
  “So, we cool?”
  “We cool,” the rodent agreed with a slight smile. “Listen. You guys are my friends. I don't care who you choose to put your dicks in. It shouldn't be a factor, right? Just... You know. Leave me out of the gay shit, okay?” He chuckled. “I'm not ready.”
  “Fair enough,” the zebra stated and gave him an acknowledging nod.
  “So, where is the 'thing'? The... pocket pussy or whatever it is.” Patton asked, switching the topic.
Dan chose to answer that. “We left it in the kitchen sink. Turns out it ain't bottomless. Quin-man here filled it up real good and it just kept spilling out.”
  “Huh,” the squirrel uttered. “Good to know.”

Feeling active and sociable now, Rokko the dog chose to grace the guests with a bit more of his presence than he did before. He plodded through the small room, sniffing this and that and wagging his thin tail attentively all the while until, eventually, he came up to Dan to get pats like a good boy.
  “By the way,” the fox commented as he stroked the dog's head and neck. “You never mentioned you have a snake.”
He was most likely referring to the terrarium which Patton kept in his bedroom. Indeed so, there resided a snake in it – a banana ball python to be precise, who went by the name 'Smoothie'. Which begged the question... “What were you doing in my bedroom?”
  “Uhm. Looking for tissues?” the fox explained.
  “So, I'm not gonna find any messy surprises there?” Patton probed suspiciously.
  “Naw man, I tell you. I just figured you'd have tissues there.”
Well, he wasn't wrong. “Okay,” the squirrel shrugged, ready to leave it be.
  “So what's with the snake, man?” Dan kept inquiring. “You know that people who keep snakes are usually weirdos, right? Are you a weirdo?” He smirked and signified that, of course, he wasn't all serious about the accusation.
  “Yeah, you're one to talk,” Patton retorted with a chuckle, smirking right back. “I... like to think it's ironic, okay? Snakes eat rodents. I, a rodent, keep a snake as a pet. It's makes me feel powerful.”
  “What, really?”
  “No,” the squirrel said bluntly. “I made that up. I like snakes, okay? Smoothie is a real sweetheart. And smart. A little too smart sometimes... If I'd known you were such a fan, I'd have brought it up some time.”
  “So, why don't you let him out?” Dan asked. Apparently he was really curious about this.
  “What, so you guys can turn him gay?”
All three of them had a good laugh about that.
  “Seriously though,” Patton explained. “I just don't want anything... stupid... to happen to him. One of you guys, drunk and stoned off your ass, might accidentally sit on him or some shit like that. Not gonna happen on my watch.”
Dan chose to respect that.

However, it didn't take long for the fox to have a new, unrelated thought that he couldn't help but share: “What about this fellow?” he asked, indicating with a nod of his head that he was referring to Rokko, which currently reveled in the gentle attention given to him. “Shouldn't he, like, have a go at the 'thing'?”
  “What's wrong with you today?” the squirrel man asked flatly. First, the gay stuff and now he wanted to jerk the dog off? He'd heard that weed affected people differently, but this was just 'far out', as they say.
  “Think about it, man!” the fox insisted. “He's a guy. He has urges. Wouldn't want him to feel left out, right?”
Strange as the general idea may have sounded at first, Patton could certainly attest to the fact that the animal indeed had urges. As most any dog in full possession of his reproductive faculties, he'd hump virtually everything and everyone if given the chance.
  “You know what? Sure. Go ahead,” he conceded. The three bros had gotten it on with the thing simply because they'd been horny. Would a horny pet dog be any less deserving of such a pleasure just because he was a pet dog? That seemed hardly fair.
  “Boy, have I got a treat for you...” Dan said to Rokko as he stood up and went to the kitchen. The sound of running water could be heard for a moment, then he returned with the device in his hand. He let the dog sniff it and got him immediately curious in the object. Rokko lapped at it with his big, slobbery tongue, trying to get a taste of the many juices which covered the disembodied pussy's soft lips.

It turned out to be laughably easy to coax the dog. He pretty much started humping Dan as soon as the fox had sat himself down on the floor. He wasn't gentle about it either, having exactly one thing occupying his primitive animal mind at this particular point in time. It took Dan a number of tries to align the pocket pussy with the wild bucking of Rokko's hips, but as soon as the dog felt the warm softness of the doggy vulva on the tip of his dick, he jammed himself in there and really let it feel just how pent-up he was. The animal humped the thing (and Dan by extension) with all his canine might, giving it quick, deep thrusts and huffing and panting all the while. It was hard to say what exactly he felt at the time, but it was reasonable to assume that he was in heaven, judging from the way he gave it his all.

Now, dogs weren't exactly known for their patience when it came to love-making, which is likely why nature had seen fit to invent the knot. It didn't take Rokko more than one or maybe two minutes before he lost interest in humping the thing, but the thick bulb at the base of his doggy dick held it firmly attached. So firmly, in fact, that Dan lost his grip on it when Rokko pulled away! Now it just dangled there between his hind legs. The disinterested shrugs of his companions signaled Dan that it was probably okay that way. It would come off eventually and until then, the dog would continue to unload his seed into it, spurt after watery spurt.

For a while, the three of them went on to converse about this and that while having another beer and sharing another joint. The latter managed to eventually knock Quincy out. Soon, one could hear him only snore peacefully on his side of the sofa and not all too long after that, Patton chose to take a little nap in his armchair as well. It's been a long evening, no doubt about it. Dan, however, didn't feel like sleeping quite yet and took it on himself to fetch some blankets from the bedroom and cover his bros so they don't get cold. As he tucked him in, he couldn't help but give the zebra a cute little kiss on the nose.

Not minding the thought of having another go at it, he picked up the pocket pussy from the floor next to the doggy bed, where it had eventually ended up after Rokko was done with it, and retreated to the bedroom. Had he known, Patton would probably have had some choice words about that, but he wasn't in a position to argue now, was he? Taking full advantage of this, Dan threw himself onto the bed and got cozy.

Despite his initial plan of unwrapping his package and getting to another shameless round of doing the high-tech fuck toy, he found his curiosity more and more drawn towards the terrarium in which the cream-and-yellow-colored snake lived. There'd be no one to object if he chose to get to know the fellow a little better. And surely, there could be no harm in it? He'd be very careful, too.

The ball python proved every bit as approachable as Patton had described him. As Dan opened up the top of the glass enclosure, the little guy eagerly raised his scaly head up to greet him, tasting the air with curious flicks of his skinny tongue in regular intervals as snakes tend to do. Smoothie wasn't a particularly large specimen – just slightly longer than his outstretched arm, Dan estimated. Nevertheless, he had a certain thickness to his snaky body and was considerably heavier than he looked, as the fox could attest to while he lifted the animal out of his box. The reptile was entirely unafraid to slowly crawl up the fox's arm and explore the momentary freedom he was granted.

This was nice! Dan enjoyed the feel of the snake's smooth scales on his fur, just as Smoothie seemed to like the vulpine's warmth in turn. Laying down on the bed and taking all care to be gentle with the animal, he cuddled with the slinky fellow for a bit. While doing so, it occurred to him that there would be nothing against getting himself off anyway, so he picked up the enigmatic sex toy and flipped it open. For some unfathomable reason, the snake seemed to take an immediate interest in the thing as well! Dan watched with morbid curiosity as Smoothie crawled up close to the puffy dog pussy and investigated it with his tongue. Must have been the pheromones, Dan speculated. Did canine pheromones work on snakes as well? He had no idea, but it certainly seemed that way.

Then, something very strange happened: Drawn by some primal force, Smoothie plunged his small snake head into the doggy pussy!
  “Woah,” Dan uttered but did nothing to prevent it. He was downright mesmerized by the sight! The animal didn't stop there either, but proceeded to burrow and wriggle himself deeper into the vulva's warm, slick folds, spreading it with his snaky girth. His thickness was in fact quite considerable around the middle part of his flexible body – about as wide as Dan's arm – and gave the disembodied spade quite a stretch! Undauntedly, Smoothie pushed on, taking all the time in the world to slowly squeeze his entire length into it. Dan couldn't find it in himself to object to this. It was obviously what the snake wanted. Besides, all the juices they'd put into the object so far had come out again, so it stood to reason that Smoothie would return as well as some point. Thus, the fox wasn't worried even as he could witness the last of the reptile's tail end vanish into the wet pussy hole, leaving it slightly agape.

This unforeseen yet strangely sexy event notwithstanding, there would surely be no harm in still having a go at it himself, he figured and went on to unbutton his pants...

= = = = =

This had been just the worst day for Russo. Sure, he'd managed to put in some real work in going through the data log and finding noteworthy irregularities, which made him kind of proud of himself, all things considered. Vick had been reasonably pleased with the fruits of his labor when he'd presented them to her. She'd lectured him for a while but implied that he'd made major strides in redeeming himself. Thus, eventually, he'd been free again to go pick up the portal device from the observation chamber where he'd most likely left it – only to find out that it had vanished!

The next ten minutes or so, he'd then spent pacing up and down the small room in sheer, nervous agitation and repeating “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” to himself like some kind of silly mantra. At some point finding the strength to go through the numerous displeased text messages which he'd received during the course of the day, his very worst suspicions had been confirmed: Somebody must have gotten hold of the thing! But who? There had been no way to say for sure. Could have been any one of his colleagues? Or a technician? Or maybe one of the cleaners?

He'd even been up to HR and had made up some excuse on why he desperately had to know who'd been in the observation chamber that day, but all his efforts had proven ultimately fruitless, for the small room hadn't been used 'officially' and thus there had been absolutely no record of anyone having entered.

How on earth could he face his girlfriend now?!

It had taken him all the mental and emotional fortitude he could muster, but he'd eventually decided he'd have to take responsibility and face the consequences. Thus, he found himself unlocking the door of the apartment which he shared with Morgan, bracing himself for whatever there would be in store for him.

When he came in, it was eerily quiet. As he traversed the apartment with slow, cautious steps, the fur on the back of his neck stood on end. He suspected he'd be pounced upon and eviscerated anytime now. To his relief, though, he found Morgan in the bedroom, just sitting there.

  “Baby, I'm so sorry,” he said with an honest, sympathetic tone to his voice. He really meant it, too. He'd do anything to make it right. “I'm so very, very sorry,” he repeated.
The doberman stood up slowly, but said nothing in response. Russo's eyes went wide when he noticed the way her tummy was round and bulging as if pregnant! And for a moment, it even looked like something... moved... in there? What the fuck?
  “Holy sh- Baby, what happened?” he asked.
Still, she didn't speak. She simply kept her eyes transfixed on his as she came up to him, very slowly. He could see that the fur of her face was stained with tears. Frankly, this all felt very wrong and kind of creepy. In a gesture not entirely expected, she laid her arms across his shoulders. Would she forgive him? Just like that...? But then, he felt the prick of a needle in the side of his neck. Oh. It made a twisted kind of sense. As his world went blurry and he felt his limbs weaken, the last thing he could hear her say was: “I don't want to hear how sorry you are. I'd rather like to see it...” Her voice was downright frigid and distant.

= = = = =

When Russo woke up, his head hurt and his mouth was dry. Suffice to say, he didn't feel well. As he gradually regained his faculties, he could make out that he was on his bed in his familiar apartment. Next to him laid Morgan, on her side and all in the nude, just looking at him. There was a cream-and-yellow-colored snake curled across her neck and shoulders. Turns out Smoothie came back!
  “Why do you have a snake...?” Russo asked, his words slurring and hearse.
  “Somebody gave it to me yesterday,” she replied, sounding cold and indifferent. “On my way home. In the tram. It was only one of the... curious... things that happened to me.”
Slowly, it all came back to him. The portal device. The sense of dread as everything just went so very wrong. He tried to move but, much to his surprise, he found himself severely restrained: His arms and legs were tied to the bed! And quite tightly so! He struggled, but to no avail.
  “What the fuck...” he protested weakly. “Baby, I'm so sorry...”
  “I don't think so. But you will be.”
Looking down on himself, he noticed he was quite nude as well, with one notable exception: There were tight straps around his hips and crotch. And with some of his movements, he distinctly felt something cold and solid just under the base of his tail that covered up his butthole...

A terrifying realization hit him. Eyes wide with sheer terror, he looked at Morgan.

She just smiled.

= = = = =

Quincy awoke, rather groggily, to the sound of Patton and Dan arguing about something. It was unclear what the ire was about and at this point, he couldn't bring himself to care very much. Yawning, he instead began to roll a joint.

When it was done and he lit the thing, he'd caught the gist of it: apparently, the snake had disappeared and also, the pocket pussy was a pocket butt now. There was no telling whether these two occurrences were connected by a common causality but it was very obvious that both of these things had made Patton very, very upset.

Quincy judged it to be a bit too early in the day to subject himself to this kind of bad vibe. First, he'd smoke his joint.

Then, he'd take the pocket butt for a spin.