Chapter 2: Further Data Required Note: This chapter contains: Female/Girl, Female/Female/Girl, Male/Female (briefly), bestiality, Futa/Girl, consensual, sci-fi, oral, toys
?Dr. Tamlin Scott shut off the tiny cold-fusion engine of her even tinier two-seater and gazed out at the huge Mason residence. It was really a mansion, but lacking the brooding architectural elements of any seventeenth century structure , and dressed more in sleek metallic lines. Beside her, Maloy's hands signed quickly.
Here already? she asked and Tamlin gave her a quick look.
"Practice with your voice, Maloy," she said, and Maloy scowled a little.
"Here?" she tried in a rough, low voice and beamed when Tamlin nodded in approval.
"Yes, we're here." She exhaled slowly, looking up at the tall glass facade. Ronny's message had been surprising but not unwelcome. Tamlin remembered years ago when Ronny was research assistant, a prodigy at seventeen; not to Tamlin but to another researcher, Dave Parrish, once a leader in the field of biomechatronics. Late one night, when Tamlin had been one of the last to go home, she'd heard moans from Parrish's office, and had stopped in the corridor, listening for a moment. Finally, she'd quietly opened the door and peeped inside. Ronny was bent over Parrish's desk, her trousers at her ankles and her t-shirt and lab-coat pushed up as Parrish pounded into her from behind. Parrish seemed to be greatly enjoying himself, sweat dripping from his pudgy face, but Ronny's expression was one of calculation, as if she'd been trying to compile data. She'd looked up and caught Tamlin's wide-eyed visage peeping through the crack in the door; contrary to seeming shocked, she'd given Tamlin a wide grin.
Tamlin had been one of the first to help with Ronny's special prosthetics. It had been an...interesting experience.
"Lin sad?" Maloy questioned, unbuckling her safety-belt and leaning to inspect Tamlin's face closely. Her furry shoulders were hunched up in concern, and her deep-set dark eyes were wide open.
Tamlin shook her head, trying to project as much easy calm as she could. It had been hard enough to convince her twin sister Rhea to release their prized project out of the lab; she needed to keep Maloy as relaxed as possible, just as she had promised her deeply distrustful sibling.
"No, not sad. Just...intrigued. And excited."
Maloy's forehead crinkled. "Not sure what in-cheed," she declared, and then her expression became sly. "But Maloy know excited!"
She reached over an unusually long arm covered with a layer of very fine dark-brown hair and tugged at the hem of Tamlin's plain dress, pulling it up the woman's knees and thighs. In vain, Tamlin tried to pull it back, but Maloy was stronger and more determined. Tamlin gave up and let her, shifting open her legs so that Maloy's thick but dexterous fingers could stroke at the slit of her cunt.
"Nice?" Maloy asked and her fingers made the symbol of the word against Tamlin's moistening pussy. "Lin feel nice?"
Tamlin pursed her lips. "I'll feel nicer if you put a bit of lube in."
Maloy reached for the little compartment inside the passenger-door and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Smearing some over her brown fingers, she turned back to Tamlin and shoved three fingers up into her without warning. Tamlin yelled and jumped in an exaggerated fashion. Maloy grinned at this little game of theirs.
Maloy finger-fucked Tamlin at a relentless rate, and she kissed Tamlin in her hard and affectionate fashion, open mouth and jutting tongue. Tamlin enjoyed the attentions of the young female for a few moments, then grasped her by the wrist, pulling the exploring fingers out of her pussy with a wet, sucking sound.
"We can finish later," she said, petting the light fur on Maloy's arm and her long hair. "It was nice, thank you."
Maloy gave her a reluctant look but licked the lube and pussy-juice from her fingers. Tamlin opened her door, stepping out and Maloy followed suit, fussily fixing her own dress, made of bright material that she liked so much. The front door of the Mason mansion slid open; Ronny herself stepped out and beckoned to them in her usual impatient manner.
"Very in-cheed," Maloy muttered and walked with Tamlin towards the front door.
They stepped into a massive foyer, Ronny waiting with a girl; a very lovely girl with dark skin and lots of long curls.
"Lin," Ronny said, putting her arms around the girl's shoulder. "This is my daughter, Clea."
Tamlin raised her eyebrows. The girl was beautiful, and Ronny was striking in her own way but they looked nothing alike. A small smile touched Clea's soft-looking lips.
"Step-daughter," she clarified and then glanced, unafraid, as Maloy sidled over and touched her hand shyly. "Oh. Hello."
She was very calm around Maloy, Tamlin thought. Ronny must have told her about the creature before. Just in case, she decided to fill them in.
"Maloy is the first of her kind: a human-bonobo hybrid. She's very strong and very intelligent." Tamlin smiled as Maloy preened, brushing her own arms. "She's taller than any normal bonobo, of course, and walks upright more."
"Maloy talks!" Maloy put in helpfully.
"Right," Tamlin said with a smile. "She can talk. She also has both male and female sexual organs, although she's always referred to herself as female."
"Hermaphrodite." Clea's dark eyes were wide and full of what seemed to be deep interest. She kept her gaze fixed on Maloy as the hybrid sniffed at her, long deep inhales. Tamlin gave Ronny a curious look, and Ronny shrugged.
"We just fucked," Ronny said casually, and Tamlin felt her damp pussy leak a little more in aroused excitement. Ronny grinned. "I left a plug in her ass to keep her open."
Clea smiled too, very serenely. Tamlin's mouth felt dry at the thought of Ronny's wonderful faux-penis burrowing into this sweet girl's rectum, the older woman's hips slapping against the curve of Clea's bottom.
"I really need understand how Maloy's brain acts during insertion and ejaculation." Ronny seemed very serious and scientific, her eyes bright. "Will you allow her to consume some nanotransmitters so we can record her brain-signals as she fucks?"
Tamlim blinked in surprise.
"They won't harm her," Ronny said.
"Who will she...have intercourse with?" Tamlin asked, even though she already knew.
Ronny's smile was like that of a fox. "Clea. She's all ready for it, aren't you, darling." She put an arm around her step-daughter's shoulders. "You can join in too, if you like."
"Maloy will feel better if I'm there," Tamlin said, which wasn't quite the truth. Maloy would have sex with nearly anyone she liked, or viewed as part of her clan, especially if any alpha-female was close by. Maloy viewed Tamlin as her alpha-female and liked to jump Tamlin's poor old bones as often as possible. However, if Tamlin wasn't around, that didn't stop Malory from trying her charms on Tamlin's assistants. She seemed to like Clea, so eventually she would have initiated sex.
Ronny continue to smile in that sly way. "Of course," she said.
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On the bed tucked in an alcove in Ronny's lab, Clea sat over Tamlin's face, grinding down the puffy lips of her pussy against the older woman's mouth. Tamlin concentrated on the girl's dripping juices, gripping the narrow hips and running her tongue up and down the sweet slit. Clea moaned as Tamlin's tongue jabbed into her.
Tamlin couldn't see much, not with Clea on her hands and knees above her, but she felt how the girl's body rocked back and forth, her soft groans were muffled as Ronny fucked her mouth.
"Nasty old bitch," Ronny said from where she was kneeling somewhere above Tamlin's head. "Look at you eating out that cunny. Greedy slut."
Maloy was near, emitting her low eager whimpers. She had happily consumed a bowl of fruit with some of Ronny's nanotransmitters, and was probably stroking and fingering herself.
Tamlin slipped her hands up around Clea's hips, making for the cleft of the girl's ass. Her fingers encountered the slick mass of the butt-plug, and the way Clea's asshole was spread wide around it. Excited, Tamlin drove her tongue as far as he could into Clea, and the young girl let out a muted squeal of pleasure around the dick in her mouth.
It seemed as if Maloy couldn't restrain herself anymore for Tamlin felt rough, hairy hand grabbing behind her knee, shoving her legs back and wide open. A big cock, the flared head of it weeping thick pre-cum, began to burrow relentlessly inside her, splitting apart the drooling lips of her cunt and then driving up into her wet channel. She bucked up her hips, sucking it deeper inside as she continued to fondle Clea's cunny with her lips, tongue jabbing into the girl the same way Maloy's cock began to beat into her.
Maloy had more human-shaped tits than that of a full bonobo, and they were big and firm, hard nipples rubbing against the skin of Tamlin's legs.
There was a quick flurry of movement and Clea moved from above Tamlin without warning. Tamlin turned her head, the bonobo hybrid still thrusting wildly inside her, and watched as Ronny lay on her back nearby, and arrange Clea atop her. Ronny's dick slid up into her step-daughter's fuckhole, slick with spit and cunt-juice; the both of them groaned softly and their hips rocked together.
"Lin," Ronny grunted out. She tugged the plug out of Clea's anus, ignoring the girl's quick gasp. "Get that animal's dick out of you and stick it in Clea's ass. Quickly, I have the numbers to review."
Slightly resentful at Maloy being called an animal, and at being ordered about as if she wasn't a recognised geneticist, Tamlin gently pushed at Maloy's chest, squeezing the big breasts.
"No, want finish, want come inside Mama," Maloy panted.
"Mama?" Ronny said in a faint mocking voice. Tamlin paid her no attention; she didn't need to know for sure that the human DNA in Maloy came from Tamlin and Rhea.
"Come inside Clea-girl," Tamlin urged, reaching down between them and pulling out Maloy's rock-hard cock out of her. She cajoled Maloy over to behind Clea's bottom. Once Maloy spotted the gaping orifice, she grabbed onto Clea's hips and pushed right in.
Tamlin sat with her legs curled to one side, watching Clea get pounded in both holes. The girl seemed to be enjoying the hard pace, arms braced on either side of Ronny's shoulders. Ronny sucked on her small tits, biting the nipples into hard points.
Ronny wriggled from underneath them, leaving Maloy and Clea in writhing youthful abandon, the hairy body of the hybrid thrusting atop the trembling, slender girl. Tamlin adjusted herself, sitting with her legs now folded and fingering the parted lips of her cunt, so recently breached by the cock now throbbing inside Clea's ass.
Ronny had produced some kind of tablet, reading the data there with wide eyes even as she sprawled beside Tamlin with that huge dick almost obscenely erect between her legs. She didn't look up as Maloy, hunched over Clea's back, released an inhuman scream and went almost completely rigid, except for a few frantic jerks of her entire frame. Then, she slid off to one side, falling bonelessly onto the crumpled sheets and, true to form, falling asleep. Her spent dick lay on her hairy thigh, limp and still quite large.
Clea lay down as well, moving slowly to pillow her face on her folded arms. She shuddered once, an aftershock of a massive orgasm. Dribbles of Maloy's cum dripped out of her used ass.
"Can you get a sample of your ape's jizz for me?" Ronny held out a tiny flat sampling pane. Tamlin glared at her as she took it, but Ronny didn't notice.
"Maloy is not an ape," Tamlin said. Ronny shrugged, nonchalantly. Sighing in annoyance, Tamlin crawled over to the prone form of the girl, eyeing the translucent rivulets of Maloy's cum over the smooth curve of her butt-cheek. Curiously, she reached out and wriggled a finger inside Clea's cleft and into her wet, loose hole. Clea made a soft sound of sleepy protest, but didn't move.
"Thanks," Ronny said when Tamlin handed her the sample she'd collected. "This will help me get the consistency even more perfect."
"Glad we could be of help."
"Maybe you can come back and I get some more data out of your little girl-monkey, there." Ronny's smirk was apparent in her voice, even as Tamlin refused to look at her.
Ronny was an incredible pain in the ass, Tamlin thought, almost on the verge of refusing. Then, she saw Maloy throw an arm over Clea and gather the girl closer. In a few hours, she'd wake up and probably want to finger Clea's pussy or ass.
"Maybe," she finally said, and pretended not to hear Ronny's snide laugh.
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