The Homunculus Trials
By ironsnake345



Cyrus was taking a much-needed break from his studies. The subject matter most scientists were regimented to would have them feeling horribly pent up, but the projects that found Cyrus always left him needing some time to mellow out in a place not COMPLETELY soaked in sexual fluids. That's why this was his favorite bar, it was a real hole in the wall. The only people who wound up here were the kind who could stop thinking about sex long enough to notice a quiet wooden sign above a door in a side alley. It showed inside the place too; there were no stages with full orgies on display, the TVs mostly showed sports and popular shows instead of porn, sex toys would have to be brought in rather than just being attached to the furniture, and even when the bartender served a cocktail containing cum, he would always use store-bought, bottled cum instead of his own. Most residents of Neon City would have thought it was boring. Cyrus thought it was peaceful.

The ram was sitting at a booth, enjoying the company of a black cat he'd just befriended. He was glad to have someone interested in him for his profession for once, rather than his curvy body. They'd only met earlier that evening, but Cyrus was already warming to the cat, sharing a few interesting stories about his research.
"...Okay, okay, this one only got released to the public like yesterday, and let me tell you, I've been wanting to talk to someone about it for AGES. So, this experiment is where we FINALLY started looking into how homunculi are affected by-"
The black cat put a hand up, stopping him. "I'm sorry, homunculi?"
"Oh, you know, it's the scientific term for fuckmeat. The little fake-toddlers."
"Ah, ok, go on."
"Ok so, we're looking into how homunculi are affected by their parents, how certain traits carry on to a homunculus. What we found out was actually really interesting. They take a lot of traits on from their parents, they follow the same pattern of species inheritance, but most of their traits actually come from the parents' desire. We found that a homunculus born to one or more parents with an especially strong sex drive will have a very strong sex drive theirself, and will have a sexually optimized body as well."
"As in, like, big tits, big cock, extra stretchy?"
"Yeah, exactly! And, parents with masochistic tendencies produced similarly masochistic homunculi, whose bodies were notably more fragile but faster-healing than average."
"Oh, that's neat! Did you ever try with something less sex-focused, though?"
"Heheh, yeah, we outsourced to a city where the research squad doesn't pull me away for a quick fuck three times a day." He laughed at his own joke. "But anyway, we found the same sort of trends for parents with non-sexual drives. In a pairing between a mother who was a dedicated athlete and a father who worked as an engineer, there were three homunculi. One was surprisingly muscular and was running laps around the handlers, one kept on playing with all sorts of toys and devices and actually figured out how to unlock my phone, and one was somewhere in between. Not quite as energetic or inquisitive, but definitely above average for a homunculus."

Finished with his science rant, Cyrus took a sip of his drink. The black cat sitting across from him had already finished, and was just mulling over what Cyrus had just said.
"That's really interesting! So, it's sort of like a homunculus is... Like a sort of reflection of one's desires? Like out of a fantasy book?"
"Yeah, kind of. Speaking of which, you know the word homunculus actually originated in fairy tales?"
"Did it now?"
"Yep! It's in some of the stories about humans and all the crazy magical shennanigans they'd get up to, I'm trying to think of where this was written, some high fantasy B-S. Supposedly, there was this one human who decided to completely ignore the laws of how actual pregnancy works by injecting some of his cum into a feral chicken's egg and incubating it for a while, and what he got was this bizzarre fake human that he called a homunculus. And then it just sort of spread from there, with "homunculus" being a term for some magically created fake human, then it became fake anthros, then the scientific community adopted it as a term for when two parents don't have a true child."
"Yeah, and it doesn't revive or nothing."
"Nope. And the longest lived homunculus so far recorded made it one year before it just kind of... Died. Those things have an expiration date. By the way, uh... What was your name again? Sorry, I'm just really bad with names."
"Oh, no problem. It's Cade."
"Cade." Cyrus nodded his head. "I'm gonna remember that this time!"

It was at that moment that Cyrus' phone beeped at him. He took it out of his pocket to check the notification.
"Aah, would you look at that, they need me in the labs again. The one time I could really use some downtime, they pick NOW to work us extra shifts. Well, anyway, I gotta go. I'd love to talk about this more later but, well, Brishalcorp non-discolsure policy."
Cade nodded. "Yeah, I know a few people who work for Brishalcorp. Barely get to tell me anything about their jobs. It's kinda frustrating!"
"It really is! Well anyway, catch you later, Cade!"
"Catch you later!"

Cyrus left the bar, having already put on his coat. He bumped past a pair of cats fucking in the alley as he made for the bus stop. The short wait among the group of unclothed travelers gave him a moment to think about his upcoming assignment. As annoying as the unpredictable schedule was, he was actually kind of excited to get back to this. The current research project was his idea, after all. The bus pulled up and he climbed aboard, reminiscing about how it came to be.

His last assignment set the whole lab abuzz. Homunculus psychology had been under investigation for a long time, but now that he was able to push a theory of desire-driven homunculi, everything was starting to come together. And, once he'd heard that some fertility supplements could create homunculi that were capable of reproducing, he had to suggest a behavioral study on the effects of that. Just as he was starting to mull over the recent data collected, though, a voice cracked into his train of thought.
"Hey, I know you. You're that TV scientist, right?"

Cyrus was broken out of his reverie, head darting back and forth for a moment as he returned, disorientated, to reality. His eyes settled on an aging german shepherd, sitting in the seat across from him.
"Err, yes, that's me."
"Well I ought to give you a piece of my mind, freak. You oughtn't be treating cubs like that."
Cyrus blinked. "I'm sorry, are you drunk?"
The canine lurched forward in his seat, still planted firmly but now showing clear anger. "Drunk!? You think abusing cubs is some kind of joke, don't you!"
Cyrus sighed. "Look, man. We don't experiment on cubs because, yes, that IS morally wrong. We experiment on homunculi - you know, fuckmeat? - because believe it or not, there's nothing wrong with that."
"There ain't no difference between a 'munclus and a 'proper' child!" The dog made an air quote gesture to emphasize his point.

"Yes, yes there is! There's tons of difference!" The ram began counting on his fingers. "First off, an actual cub lives and ages normally, and starts as a baby. A homunculus comes out with a year or two of physical development pre-loaded on, and just drops dead after a month or so! Second, cubs are born not knowing a damn thing about the world, homunculi come out with a pre-existing knowledge of what they want to do, and how to do it. Third, a homunculus has no sense of self, no self-preservation instinct, no self-interest, and literally cares about NOTHING but doing whatever it got stuck with that drives its parents. They're literally nothing but fleshy automatons, and treating them like they have any individuality or desire for such is the same as treating a feral mosquito like a sapient creature! You ever swat a mosquito? Huh?"
The german shephard was forced back into his seat by the sudden outburst and lecture. He stammered for a few seconds, unable to form coherent words, before a response finally came out.
"Y-yeah?"
"Then you're a fucking hypocrite for treating something with the same level of intelligence and individuality like it's a real person! And I'm not just spitting opinion here, these are facts! We have been researching homunculus psychology for YEARS, and EVERYTHING I just said is undisputed, scientific fact!"

Cyrus took a deep breath. His speech had left the dog silent in his chair. The two didn't say a thing for quite some time, until finally the silence was broken again by Cyrus.
"Fuck, I-I'm sorry. I got carried away there. I think that was- was that too much?"
The german shepherd stammered for a moment, cleared his throat, and spoke clearly. "Yeah, yeah that was a bit too much."
"Sorry, I... I get a little worked up over my research sometimes. I gotta ask, though; what's someone of your... opinions... doing on a bus through Neon City?"
"It's the same story you probably heard a hundred times. I hate all the deviants congregatin' around here, but I can't work anywhere but BrishalCorp. Gotta travel out of town every day for work..."
"Ah, harsh. Sorry to hear you have to step so far out of your comfort zone every day." The bus began slowing to a stop as it approached the next stop, the research campus where Cyrus would be working.
"Ehh, it's only when I'm working. Besides, you gave me somethin' to think about today. Who knows, maybe my comfort zone's gonna grow after that?" The bus came to a halt and the doors swung open.
"Well hey. You draw your on conclusions about what I said, but use facts, ok? Fact trumps opinion." Cyrus got up as he spoke, stepping off the bus."
The old dog didn't have time to give Cyrus more than a wave as the bus shut itself and drove off again. Cyrus let out a sigh as he decompressed from his outburst, and turned to enter the campus to resume his research. He stepped through the doors, following the familiar path to his research station.

Cyrus slipped into his lab uniform. It seemed to be a size too small, which just made his rear that much more enticing to his coworkers much to his chagrin, but he never asked for a replacement because the occasional quickie was actually pretty good for his stress. He secured the pants over his sizeable butt, slipped his floppy sheep tail under the tail-strap, grabbed his clipboard and set out onto the testing area. The sign at the door succinctly presented the experiment: HOMUNCULI REPRODUCTION TRIAL C: INBREEDING, HOMUNCULI ONLY, VARIABLE PARENT FERTILITY. (Day 9)

Inside the testing room, Cyrus began going over the many testing displays. First up was "Control Group 1: low parent fertility, no enhancements." Inside were a pair of antelope toddlers, one boy and one girl. The floor of their little glass-walled room was sticky with old cum, but they were done fucking for now. Instead, they were staring at the lab beyond their glass case, not interested in each others' bodies at the moment.

The second display was another control group. "Control Group 2: high parent fertility, no enhancements." This pair of fuckmeat was two bear cubs, the floor beneath them wet with fluids as they fucked enthusiastically. The female cub was on her back, with her brother lying over top of her, bouncing his pelvis up and down to drive his cock in and out of her hole. The bears kissed, and the brother unloaded yet another load inside of his sister, finally flopping back off of her when he finished. They were left breathing heavily on the sticky floor, struggling to get their breath back after another heated session, but the bear cubs surely wouldn't take long to pick another position and start fucking again.

Cyrus finally moved onto the testing groups. The next display was labelled "Display Group 1: low quality fertility enhancements used." Inside the tank were a pair of dragon whelps, busy doing what fuckmeat do best. The male had his sister in a mating press, and had been energetically fucking her for hours. The rhythmic plap-plap-plap of dragon sex had been a constant soundtrack for the lab ever since those two were placed in the display, and the whelps were laying in a pool of cum, having orgasm after orgasm as they continued with no sign of stopping.

Next up was "Display Group 2: medium quality fertility enhancements used." This tank displayed not two but four lambs. Two were from Cyrus' own loins, having been made by him and a female research partner, but the other two had emerged throughout the week from the goings-on in the tank. There were two boys and two girls in the tank, with one girl being double-ended by the boys while the other was busy rimming her brother. The two that Gideon hadn't made himself were birthed by the lamb currently stuffed with two cocks, fucking her throat and pussy in unison. Her belly was swelling up with a third offspring, but despite the constant fucking, the other girl had yet to be impregnated. Cyrus noted the possibility she might not be able to get pregnant like her mother.

The most interesting tank so far was next on the list. "Display Group 3: high quality fertility enhancements used." Inside was a full on cub orgy. No less than eight wolf cubs were in the enclosure, a mix of boys, girls, cuntboys, dickgirls and even one full herm. Constantly shifting and writhing in their unending sex, it was hard to get a proper count of them all. So many things were happening; A boy was deep inside a dickgirl's tight rear, who in turn was fucking a pregnant cuntboy's snatch. The herm was busy eating out one of the girls while another sat upon her oversized cock, with the second boy fucking her pussy beneath. In the corner, a girl was giving her brother a blowjob while yet another cub to add to the pile slowly emerged from her puss. However, on the floor was a somewhat concerning sight. One cub was barely moving at all, save for the occasional slight twitch or shift as she lay on the floor. One dickgirl was busy fucking her pussy, but she didn't even seem to notice, not making any noises to indicate pleasure from the cock inside of her.

Concern was evident on Cyrus' face as he marked down the notes and moved onto the next trial. "Display Group 4: experimental fertility enhancements used." This scene was much scarier. The tank was overfilled with fuckmeat, bodies piled on each other in the glass walls. Those on top were fucking like nothing was wrong, but those on the bottom were another story. An unsightly pale green sludge was building up in the bottom of the tank, not enough to threaten to drown the cubs on the bottom, but they didn't seem to be moving much. Upon closer inspection, Cyrus found that the lower cubs were starting to melt, bits of fur and flesh sloughing off to become part of the pale green liquid. On top, a herm was squealing in intense orgasm as she gave birth, squeezing out a cub covered in pale green, its flesh half-transparent. It struggled weakly, gurgling in an attempt to breathe, then its body flowed like water, becoming more of that pale green liquid and flowing down through the pile to join the puddle at the bottom.

Cyrus looked worried as he marked this down. The pale green slime was something he had to take note of; by the time this experiment concluded, he'd have something worrying to present to the boss. He took a quick sample from a small port on the tank's side, sucking the liquid into a syringe. With that, he headed off to test the sample and enter his data into the system, but just outside the door to the testing room he bumped into a colleague, a bulky husky by the name of Mack.
"Oh hey, Cyrus! You got called in too, huh?"
"Yeah, they needed someone to collect data on the incest trials. Got a clipboard full of notes that need to go in the computer."
"Well, I got a moment. Do you think you can type while you're getting fucked?"
"Mack, are you gonna ask me that every time I have to type something in?"
"Are you ever gonna stop saying yes?"
Cyrus paused a moment to think. "...Probably not."

Cyrus adjusted his research desk to standing height, placing his keyboard comfortably in front of him. Behind him, Mack set to work, undoing the ram's tail-strap and fly, letting his pants fall to the ground. As cyrus felt the dog's sheath rubbing up against his bare cheeks, canine cock slowly emerging, he set about typing.
"Day 9 results: Most display trials are showing interesting results. These findings should be further invesitaged, as they may lead to discoveries.
-Control groups are still showing no births and noticeable refractory periods, in strong contrast to the display groups.
-Display group one is showing a capability to achieve several hundred orgasms in a row, with 1 minute between them, before finally resting for 1-20 minutes. No other interesting notes not covered by the data matrix."

Mack pulled the ram's cheeks apart, pressing his tip against Cyrus' tight tailhole. Cyrus bit his lip, stopping his typing for a moment as the shaft slowly sank into him, his own cock emerging from his sheath. As the husky began slowly humping behind him, he took a deep breath and continued writing.
"-Display group two is showing no need for rest between orgasms at all, and has been in constant coitus since the program's beginning. The inbred homunculi are currently two in number, with the original female currently pregnant with a third. Interestingly, the female inbred homunculus is showing no sign of pregnancy despite many insemination attempts. It is possible she is not as fertile as her mother."

Cyrus drew in a sudden breath as he felt the knot pushing up against his rear. Mack let up before it could sink in, but reached around to stroke his lab partner's cock as he continued thrusting faster, drawing moans of pleasure out of the ram. Now shaking from the stimulation, he kept typing.
"-Display group three is currently numbered at seven inbred homunculi, in addition to the original two. Newborns are proven active and fertile, able to impregnate and be impregnated. Notably, however, one homunculus is showing mild discoloration and severe lethargy, not responding to any stimulus and not moving except for natural breathing and occasional muscle twitching."

Mack began pushing the knot hard against Cyrus' pucker with each thrust, slowly stretching him wider and wider. His hand rubbed intensely on Cyrus' dick, making him throb and moan heavily. Dutifully, Cyrus continued typing, stopping occasionally to correct an error or two.
"-Display group four is showing troubling results. A pale green fluid has built up at the bottom of the tank, and those homunculi among the pile who are stuck at the bottom are suffering similar symptoms to the immobile homunculus in group three. This fluid seems to be melting the homunculi, absorbing bits of their flesh to add to its own mass. The source of this fluid seems to be excessive incestuous reproduction; one homunculus was observed giving bir"

Cyrus was cut off in mid sentance as the knot finally popped through his ring, completely destroying his focus and causing a loud moan to fill the communal office. Behind him, mack bit his lip, stifled moans emitting from his mouth as he came deep inside of his partner, flooding Cyrus' insides. The ram's own dick twitched fitfully, squirting jets of cum out onto the floor beneath his desk. He gripped the edge of his desk, body locking up as he waited for his orgasm to taper off. Finally, both he and mack were left breathing heavily, knotted together for the time being. Dilligently, Cyrus went back to work typing.

"giving birth to a homunculus with a greenish, translucent body. It moved weakly, struggling to lift any of its limbs or breathe, and then its body collapsed into this pale green liquid, adding to the pool at the bottom of the tank. Analysis of the fluid shows it is not a currently named substance, but more of this substance was found by law enforcement officers inside illegally owned housing after what was assumed to be a raid by a rival gang. Advise collaborating with research team theta; they are currently analyzing what small amount of this liquid could be recovered from the crime scene."

Finally, Cyrus clicked Save and tabbed over to a spreadsheet of collected data, filling out another day's worth of datapoints. Behind him, Mack spoke up.
"So, the nth generation homunculi are melting, huh?"
"It would seem so."
"Some kind of poison or something, you think? Those criminals might have been making a weapon."
"I really don't know. It could be part of the process of making some new street drug for all I know."
"Could be. Makes you wonder what happened, though. No fingerprints, only one point of forced entry, bunch of corpses, but whoever did it just left the cubs and ferals they'd kidnapped in the place. Really makes you wonder what they were doing that got them all killed, or why they didn't come back for their ransom."
"Yeah, makes you wonder..."