"Nff…" I made a small noise, curling around to look at my backside. I lifted my smooth, thick tail experimentally.

They had some sort of harness attached to it, belted around my waist. Sitting down on my back legs, I tried fidgeting with the belt over my tummy, reaching for the lock. "Do not adjust the measurement device." A voice came at me over a loudspeaker. I looked up at the white ceiling and slowly nodded, ears folding over the back of my head. 

Well, okay. I guess I won't adjust the 'measurement device'. I stretched my arms and walked forward a bit, as it was uncomfortable to keep sitting down, especially around the base of my tail...

I heard some muttering from the other side of the window. It made the fur stand up on the back of my neck. There were scientists there, wearing lab coats. Some human, some furs, most of them were considerably more... 'anthro', and all of them were at least a foot taller than me, one red squirrel had a tail as long as I was tall.

"Beginning behavioral study phase 1." The voice muttered, and I heard the scribbling of various pencils. A light blush crept up into my cheeks, and I shivered as I wondered what they would be writing... are they commenting on my size? Or maybe body... there are more anthro mice out there, I can't he*SQUEAK*

I immediately jump as a loud blaring noise wracks my poor ears. I jump onto all fours, pressing my nose to the cold metal floor of the observation room. My nose twitched once, then twice as the noise ceased. I slowly relaxed, letting my dumb, oversized ears slowly flop back up to their regular position. I can now hear even more noise from behind the glass. What were they doing now? Why were they doing this?

I stood back up and relaxed further, righting myself and turning tentatively at the glass. I continued to relax, leaning backward as my tail lowered to wrap around my waist. I reached for it and held it in my paws, feeling the adrenal-

Another impossibly loud noise echoed through the room, making me jump so hard that I fell onto my back, paws flying through the air. I rolled around a bit before standing back up on all fours again. The fear was keeping me from even standing normally, and I felt my heart beat in my chest, tail lifted high.

I looked pleadingly at the shadowy faces of the scientists on the other side, feeling my body get warm from the surprise. Slowly, deliberatelly, I rose back up on my feet, front paws dangling in front of me, visibly shaking. I put my paws up to my mouth and spoke out at them "What did I do wr-"*bzzzzrtt*

This time, an electric shock emanated from my collar, cutting off my vocal cords. I couldn't breathe, shoulders shaking, as the pain subsided. I rubbed the collar gently. "Do not raise your voice." said one of the scientists, I think he was a... skunk? I couldn't quite tell, my vision still full of stars as I regained my composure. I spoke again, this time quietly. "...please, what did I do wrong?" my voice trailed off, before giving a soft squeak.

No answer was given. I just sat there, waiting, until I felt my tail curling around my leg again. I felt a sort of instinctual fear an instant before the loudspeaker blared again. My shoulders jumped upward as my hands shot once more to my ears, and in the shock I lost my balance again and fell forward onto my face. The noise immediately stopped. I could feel tears starting to well up, but I tried very hard not to cry. They wouldn't like that...

"Please stand and turn to your left." The voice commanded. I gave a small squeak and a nod, righting myself up and standing on my paws. I turned to my left, showing them my right side. I waited for further instruction, but nothing came. My whiskers were elevated, my heartbeat was still rapid, and I was starting to sweat. I could feel my heartbeat in my tail, my whole body pulsing each time it beat. Both ears twitched, as I finally started to relax... it was getting harder after each time. There was no rhyme or reason to it. They weren't at regular in-

The noise shrieked again. I didn't even know how to describe it, it just felt like hot daggers against my sensitive ears. I stood straight again, despierately pulling my ears down to try and cover them up. It felt like an electric shock through my spine. 

It went on like this for some time. Half an hour, turn left, turn right, and then I would simply wait until the noise came. I started simply covering my ears at all times. Eventually though, it started taking longer for the noise to come, and after about 35 minutes, when it did come, it would just be for an instant before going away again. All the while, the scientists kept watching me, commenting, writing, sometimes I heared a chuckle or a laugh. My cheeks were quickly flushed with embarassment, and I felt myself growing bothered. My knees were getting weak, and I felt something deep in my stomach that I didn't know what to think of. Like... a buzzing beneath my gut. I felt so confused.

"Turn right" The voice spoke once again. My shoulders felt heavy from standing and holding my ears for so long, but I did it anyway. I stood there, thinking about the skunks, weasels, and that red squirrel watching me as the feeling just grew worse. It wasn't as bad as the noise, but at least I knew that it was supposed to be happening... this felt like something different. Once, my knees started shaking by just thinking about it, and I fell back down on my haunches. I closed my eyes quickly and let out a loud squeak before stumbling back up to my feet. Did they notice? Did they care? Are they writing more stuff down?

At last, they asked me to do something different. "Please get on to all fours." I didn't like being on all fours. Sometimes, like when the noise comes, I don't have a choice. My body does it naturally, but it makes me feel even more inferior to the other anthros, I'm already short and weak... crawling around on the ground was even more embarassing. My cheeks grew bright red as I leaned forward on my forepaws, my big... well... fat rear up over my back now. I was lean, but I had these wide, fuzzy hips... It made me even more self-conscious because standing on all fours just made it look even more obvious how small I was. I gave a small wimper, looking up at the glass once more, as I gave a weak smile to try and appeal to the scientists, my eyes flitting back to that squirrel.

"Turn around."

My heart started pounding again. Turn around, on all fours...? That means... my cheeks started glowing red and my knees felt weak again as I felt rooted in my spot. "Turn around." The voice insisted. I closed my eyes as I started to tremble, forcing myself to lift my left paw and twist my body. With a light pat, I slowly began turning my body around. I tried to cover myself as best as possible, keeping my legs close together and sitting my rear flat against the ground. I gave one tiny glance over my shoulder, whiskers twitching in anxiety.

"Raise your rear." They said. I felt water balling up in the corner of my eyes, as the muttering grew louder. My legs shuddered as I slowly forced them upward. It felt like a massive weight was on my back, resisting. I lowered my tail to cover between my legs, too-

I paused, my body frozen, my rear half raised off of the ground. I felt overwhelming dread and fear, my entire body feeling like it was drenched in ice and on fire at the same time, my heart pounding in my furry chest. I tried to lower my tail again to cover myself. Nothing happened. It was like those muscles refused to respond, and every time I tried I felt sick to my stomach.

I could feel their eyes, at my rear. Under my tail... at the thin fur and the pair of lips nestled between my large fuzzy thighs. I could feel cold air against slick skin down there, but I was powerless to cover myself up.

It was then that I heard the noise go from muttering to loud chattering. I was too afraid to look over my shoulder, so I buried my head in my hands, closing my eyes and gently whimpered. It was demeaning, and humilitating, and I felt absolutely powerless against it. Worse yet, that feeling in my stomach was just getting worse. I don't think I could have lowered my legs if I tried, but my body wasn't even trying anymore. They were all excited, they were all watching me, and they were all talking about me.

I heard a noise to my left, and my worst fear was realized. It was a door. The wall opened up. I slowly moved one of my fingers up to peek from beneath my paws, and saw that it was a skunk. A male skunk, wearing only his lab coat. I could see the pink tip of his cock peaking out from his sheath, and I let out an uncontrolled whine. The skunk didn't even look at me. he just walked over toward the window and waved, and then pointed at me. I couldn't tell if he was smiling or not, but in my mind, he was. Making fun of the mouse on the floor, desperately trying to cover himself. He reached over me, his body warm over my back, and undid the belt around my waist. I felt the thing that they had attached to me at the beginning of the session loose itself from me, and he genetly slipped it up and over my tail. The cool air felt good against the previously trapped skin and fur. I had completely forgotten about the device, too preoccupied with the anxiety of this experiment.

He then padded out of the room as fast as he came in, and I let out a sigh. This was when another scientist came in, his scaled body much larger than the lithe skunk before. I couldn't tell what species he was, instinctual fear jumping into my throat at the sight of him. He stode forward confidently, I could almost smell his confidence from my prone position. He walked right behind me, and I felt his scaled paw trail along my tail. His touch was electrifying on my sensitive tail, and I gave a loud squeak of protest, but I was unable to move it out of the way. 

He stood right behind me and put both hands on my back, and then with barely an effort, I found myself being lifted up by my side, before being flipped over. I gasped as my back hit the hard metal floor once more, my legs dagling as I got to see the face of this scientist. He was a large lizard, maybe a chameleon? It doesn't matter, because he is smiling. He looks down at me with a ravaneous grin, his clawed fingers on his sides. I try desperately to close my legs, but I can't. All I can do is lay there, looking up at him. He was wearing pants at least, but I could see his erect member pushing the limits of the fabric. I was mortified, knowing that he was... ENJOYING this torment. 

With another effortless lift, the guy was far stronger than I was and nearly twice as tall, he righted me back into my previous position. He turned back toward the glass again and said something that I am too bothered to understand, before, like the other, stepping out of the room again. In his place, I see the blurred faces of the other scientists, this time they all look very excited and are standing much closer to the window.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek, before being caught in my whiskers. I shook my head once to try and clear it away. I could feel the wetness between my legs now. I wanted to just curl up and get as far away as possible, but I couldn't deny the electricity beneath my skin at the feeling of being... watched.

That's when the squirrel came.

That red squirrel was the third visitor. I immediately felt flushed and a wave of warmth centered on my groin. I could smell his scent, and was was clearly aroused. 

I couldn't help but just stare, my paws moving away from my eyes as my mouth gaped slightly. I could even feel saliva pooling in anticipation of what the rodent would do. 

Unlike the others, he walked tall and proud and didn't even smile. He didn't even look at me, further cementing my embarassment. He just strolled up behind me again, guesturing toward the window as he stood between myself and the other scientists. It felt clinical... professional... confident... all of the things that I didn't have.

I felt warm paw pads and impossibly soft fur on my ass. He held me still with one gentle paw and the other reached at the base of my tail. I gave another loud squeak, my stomach contracting. My tail quivered with every heartbeat, and I felt that silky warm fur brush against my underside. I exhaled, and wimpered as his paw reached down toward my pussy.

Without foreplay, without any preamble or even a noise, he pressed one small digit against my labia, gently brushing away the slick wetness that had accumulated from my torture. I gave another loud squeak, squirming. I don't dare speak out, for fear of the collar sending another electric shock, but I wasn't being bound. There were no chains, straps, nothing keeping my legs apart and my tail up. Nothing except me, and my arousal.

I felt something change in me, at just the thought of this. I didn't know any of these scientists, yet I couldn't help but want to press myself back against his paw, to spread myself wider. I realized that I had even lifted my pussy up higher for him to more reasily reach it now. My body wanted it, I wanted this thin, confident rodent.

He spread my lips, and pressed a warm finger against me, before slipping it inside. I cried out gently, my back twisting as electric pleasure jumped up my spine. I started panting, as he rolled the finger around. I could feel the light fuzz on his paws, that incredibly soft hands. Clinical as he was, I couldn't help but feel that he was the safest, best thing for me right now. I no longer wanted to curl up, I just wanted to stay in my spot and let him do whatever he wanted with me. The sheer shame of these thoughts sickened me, but the thought of resisting sickened me more.

I felt another knuckle press in, I was practically dripping now. The more he explored my-*squeak* I gave a high pitched moan as he pressed against something inside of me, my legs shaking as my back arced, dragging my exposed belly against the cold floor as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My tongue peaked out from behind my teeth and my ears folded back. 

It felt better than anything I had ever experienced. I felt his paw on my ass clench tighter, holding me in position, keeping me from moving as he fit a second finger into me. I gave some sort of noise, a wheezing whimper, in response.

My left leg slipped on the growing pool of arousal beneath myself, and my rear fell to the ground, the squirrel's paw receding. I stumbled, legs twitching as my left leg struggled to gain purchase on the metal floor again. I gave a long whine as I felt several beads of wetness drip down my thighs. I finally gained a sticky paw on a dry patch of ground and immediately raised my rear back up. 

I gave another whimper and shamelessly pressed my pussy back toward the squirrel, desperate for his paw. I felt the cold air against my dripping thighs, and I turned my panting, blushing face back toward the tall, anthro rodent desperately. He now held a hand in a guesture toward the scientist, my own... my own juices dripping off of it. He didn't even look back at me, and I whimpered again. Instead of speaking to me directly, the loudspeaker in the room announced to me, "Please cover yourself."

I tried to lower my tail again, before another wave of dread and fear. It was whiplash, from hazy arousal to anxiety and fear. I whimpered as the speaker announced again, but I refused, gently shaking my head. Some words were said and he nodded, before pressing his paw against me again. I gasped, feeling joy leap into my throat as he fit three fingers inside of me quickly. He was rough now, fast, as he squished his fingers in and out of me, rubbing against some spot deep in me. My mouth opened wide and my eyelids flittered as my vision blurred. 

I thought about that red rodent pressing his package against me, using me, I imagined his fingers in my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to please him, as I felt a strong contraction starting deep inside me. It was unlike anything I had ever felt, heat rising in my chest and my blushing cheeks as I squeaked uncontrollably. Every time his fingers pressed against me, an involuntary noise left my lips. I pressed my face to the ground and rubbed my cheek against the saliva-covered metal. I imagined that I was rubbing it against his warm paws, my chubby rodent cheeks spreading myself against the ground.

I felt the pleasure ease as his paw receded out of my depths. I whimpered once more, but it was over. Past my peak, I just gently felt the ground beneath my cheek warm from my overheated body as it got quieter. I realized just how noisy it was just seconds ago... and that all of the noise had been coming from me. I was too weak to go looking around, but I could hear my own arousal dripping to the ground, and the light pawpads of the squirrel walking away. I saw his shoes cross the floor and exit out the door he came in, and I felt a longing and emptiness that matched my now spread pussy.

The room reeked of a mouse in heat. Of myself, in heat, like a wanton slut. I realized this as the squirrel left the room, and I felt a wave of complete absolute humiliation wash over me. I slowly lowered my rear, hearing it squish against the ground as I sat my big waist on the cold floor. I considered looking back at the scientists staring at me, but I couldn't even bring myself to do so, the humilitation was too terrifying. I started crying, slowly, but I couldn't tell if they were tears of joy or of pain, I couldn't tell difference anymore, all I knew was that I hated my body and myself, but I wanted nothing more than to do this again. I felt like someone had written a horrible word across my forehead, telling everyone that I'm something I'm not.

I'm a shy mouse. I am nice and quiet, and I am funny and creative, I'm not a... a slut. I'm not perverse, I don't even want sex, I'm not even sure what it's supposed to be like...

But I don't feel like that at all. I feel so ashamed. I rolled on the ground, trying to get comfortable, but no position would offer any comfort from the pool beneath me. I gave up, worried more about soaking my fur on my own arousal.

I don't curl up as the scientists start to leave. Instead, I lay on my back, exhausted. My tail lays flat, and my legs hang open, nothing I can do to cover myself up as I secretly hope, against all reason and logic, that one of them comes back and uses me once more. I closed my eyes and covered my ears, breathing softly as the scientists all filtered out of the room, leaving me alone once more to bask in my confusion.

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Behavioral Studies Phase 1: 

Subject: Mouse, Intersex, notably high level of feral genetic content

Conclusions: Successful study. Subject has successfully been conditioned, and is unable to lower their tail or cover their genitals when in the view of other furs. Submissiviness increased through sexual contact. Subject is immediately more receptive to advances, but without increasing promiscuity or reducing shyness. While subject may, verbally and mental, protest advances, subject's body will accept them regardless. Subject should still be just as naive or innocent as before, but much less able to resist advances by more dominant furs. Subject's sensitivity to sound and touch, along with their instinctual submissiveness from heightened feral genetics make it an ideal subject for modification, experimentation, and temperment alteration.

Next phase will commence on the following procedures, the procedure determined by election from our panel of observers:

Procedure A: Pavlovian training to encourage saliva production, oral sensitivity, stimulation, and readiness. 
Procedure B: Hypnotic suggestion to affect arousal signals and triggers, causing unusual sexual obsessions. When voting, observers may specify any unusual obsessions (max of 2) that may be chosen, at researcher's request, to imbue.
Procedure C: Physical modification to masculine, intersex body of tradtional feral nipples, and epigenetic adjustment to insticts in response to various species. Hormonal treatment will be included, affecting the subject's temperment unwillingly. 

Place a vote below for the continued research, observational panel will be notified upon selection of the next treatment.

Subject is also available for further 'study' by our observational panel to test the resilience of the Phase 1 treatment, upon request.