Forgotten Tails: The Facility

Stealth became my second skin as I wove through the ironclad corridors of Facility K, a name that had burrowed into my psyche like a parasite - J-77. The scent of ozone and antiseptic mingled in the stale air, clawing at the back of my throat. It took three years to unearth that string of characters, and six grueling months to connect them to my own blood. But Jay was no sequence of digits; he was laughter given form, the first rays of light after a storm now reduced to a barcode.
"Jay," I breathed, the word a shard of glass in my heart. The walls seemed to recoil at the sound of humanity within their clinical embrace. His name was an act of rebellion in this place where identity was forfeit, where names were shed like scales. And yet, despite it all, he was still my brother - not some genetic anomaly or test subject - just Jay, with his crooked grin and untamed spirit.
I could almost feel the weight of surveillance cameras dissecting my every move, their infrared eyes tracking me as I slinked through the belly of this beast. The cold metallic whispers of the automated defenses filled the space, a reminder that here, technology was both warden and executioner. For a fleeting moment, my thoughts strayed to the enigma shrouded in darkness and secrecy--the 'Facility'. The Facility was not merely an institution, it was a nebulous entity that sprawled across the globe like a malignant growth, nourishing itself on deception and obfuscation. It seemed as if it had been birthed from shadows and secrets, its existence intertwined with an intricate tapestry of lies designed to hide knowledge so earth-shattering it could wake our world from its blissful naivety.
Years of tireless pursuit had only given us an 'asset tag' and a location, but we were able to cobble together enough hidden hints to plan a bold rescue. Through our secret contacts, we heard about horrifying experiments taking place in the cold, sterile seclusion of concealed labs - quiet chatter about genetically modified weapons, living test subjects, and forced breeding programs creating monstrous new creatures. These were just enticing rumors bouncing around the massive walls of this mysterious maze - tempting fragments that made separating fact from fiction a tough task. But despite the hazy uncertainty, we found ourselves here on the inside and close.
Stepping cautiously forward, I approached the narrow ventilation grate, peering inside to gauge its size began to remove the cover, and stepped in. Taking a deep breath, I squeezed my rodent body through the narrow opening. My petite breast brushed against the metal floor as I maneuvered through the twists and turns of the duct. The steady hum of the vents echoed in my ears as I made my way past a security checkpoint, my sharp senses on high alert for any potential danger. Jay's presence was close, I could sense it--beyond the steel and code, beyond the dehumanizing designation they'd stamped onto him. It was more than intuition; it was a bond only twins could understand, a resonance that buzzed beneath my fur.
"J-77," I whispered again, turning the alphanumeric number over in my mind, stripping it layer by layer until only J remained. With a steadying breath, I continued my journey through the sterile guts of Facility K, fueled by a purpose that roared louder than the clanging echoes of my isolation. They had taken my brother, but they couldn't erase him--not from these halls, and certainly not from me.
As I navigated the endless labyrinth of the shaft, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest, the distance to my rendezvous partner felt like an eternity. The crushing burden of isolation bore down on me, and in the blink of an eye, my thoughts started to drift. They were drawn back into the hauntingly of memories that had become my daily nightmares...
That day, I remember the sun shining brightly and the sound of children's laughter echoing through the schoolyard. But my happiness wilted like a fragile flower, replaced by a pit of fear and confusion as Jay and his friends disappeared during their field trip on thirteenth birthday. The once cheerful atmosphere turned heavy with gloom, as if a dark cloud had descended upon us. We begged for help from the city cops, but they brushed off our pleas as if they were unworthy of their time. They dismissed the missing street Rats as troublemakers and runaways, blaming them for their own disappearances instead of helping us search for them.
With the passing of seasons, my grief twisted into fury, and that fury hardened into determination. My existence had become a relentless quest to unearth the fate of my twin brother. Each agonizing inch toward comprehension, towards unraveling the mystery of his fate, felt like traversing vast deserts. Every clue chased down, every informant squeezed for intel gnawed at my steadfastness, but I fiercely resisted succumbing to the black hole of hopelessness.
And now, within the bowels of Facility K, each measured tread was a silent vow, a promise etched in the steel of my determination. They may have stripped him of his name, reduced him to a code, but they could not strip him from my heart--nor I from his.
"Jay," I whispered, allowing the name to caress my tongue, a talisman against the cold sterility of this place. It was a name that carried the weight of memories, of shared secrets and twin beds, of fights and reconciliations. A name that conjured images of a boy who threw his head back when he laughed and squinted when he was deep in thought.
With every fiber of my being screaming for reunion, I pressed on through the illuminated corridor, each footfall a drumbeat in the requiem for the innocence we'd lost. But beneath the dirge, a fierce melody arose--a crescendo of hope that soon, very soon, I would reclaim what was stolen. And in that moment of absolute certainty, I felt him--an echo of his essence brushing against the edges of my consciousness, a phantom touch that whispered of resilience and raw, untamed power.
"Jay," I breathed again, the shadows around me bending to the iron will within my chest. "I'm coming for you."
Each step echoed through the endless corridors of this massive facility, the metal walls glinting in the dim lighting. My heart raced as I followed my makeshift map, my destination clear - a ventilation shaft where I knew Jane, my partner and lover, would be waiting for me on the other side.
With the finesse of a seasoned prowler, I positioned my feet against an air vent's cold steel surface. My tail coiled around the grate's edge like a snake preparing to strike, ready to catch it before it could betray our presence with its metallic song against the floor. I applied pressure gently, easing the grate from its resting place. It yielded silently under my touch - no clatter echoed through the desolate corridor. Once free, I cradled it in my tail's strong grip and replaced it with painstaking precision after slipping out into the corridor.
The stillness was all-encompassing, only interrupted by the low hum of machinery. A chill ran down my spine as I cautiously stepped forward. In the distance, her imposing figure loomed, a majestic Doberman standing tall amidst the flickering, synthetic light. Jane's glossy coat gleamed in the sporadic glow, her fur a striking blend of ebony and cinnamon hues. Jane was my pillar of strength, unwavering and impenetrable. She stood by my side, whether it was during the tense silence of an examination or the harrowing twists and turns of our clandestine ordeal. Her athletic build, adorned with soft, luscious fur and piercing yellow eyes, exuded the grace and beauty of her Caine heritage. But it was her kisses that left an indelible mark - fervent yet tender, they seared into my memory. Jane had given me more than I could ever hope for, without expecting anything in return.
"I'm glad you made it," she whispered, her voice gentle yet buzzing with excitement that sent a shiver down my spine. Her fingers danced effortlessly across the panel in front of her, deciphering hidden codes with ease, "The encryption here is incredible," she remarked confidently.
It was a fascinating contrast - the same hands that could bring me to ecstasy in mere moments were now expertly slicing through firewalls, "but not impossible," she added with a touch of sensuality.
 "Your skills never cease to amaze me," I confessed with admiration.
"And soon, Jay will have the privilege of meeting his new sister girlfriend," she mentioned casually, the idea bringing a smile to my lips.
"Let's not keep him waiting," Jane muttered, stepping away from the terminal. And as I stood by her side, enveloped in the somber symphony of our mission, I knew there was nobody else I would rather have navigating this odyssey of shadows and steel with.
"Lead the way," I whispered back, the gravity of our shared purpose forging a silent pact between heartbeats and breaths.
I followed Jane down a dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing off the cold, metal walls. The space between each cell door seemed to grow wider with every step we took, as if the depths of the Facility were expanding before us.
"Dig up any new intel?" I asked, my voice a low whisper that seemed to cling to the cold metal walls of the corridor. Jane's paws were a blur, adeptly manipulating the data pad before her. She nodded, her attention fixed on the screen as she relayed the findings.
"Yeah, it says here that Jay's eighteen days overdue for a session," her voice was level, but the undertones of concern were unmistakable, "and his last one was aborted midway when one of the staff encountered an unknown accident."
"Unknown accident? How conveniently vague," I whispered, the words dripping with skepticism. "What kind of session are we talking about here?"
"They refer to it as assisted manual stimulation and emphasize its critical nature, stating that it must happen every 24 hours to maintain his stability," Jane explained, her gaze sharpening as she scrutinized the information displayed before her.
"Jay, what have they done to you?" I exclaimed quietly, already preparing mentally for our rescue. We would save him first and then find a way to help him later.
I tapped the door with my stolen key and the door glided open obediently, revealing the path to what I prayed was the right direction. Glancing back at me, Jane's wolfish grin softened into one of satisfaction and her tail swished behind her. "Well, look at that. It worked. We've probably got a good three hours before security catches wind of these cards."
"Three hours," I echoed under my breath, the span of time feeling both like an eternity and a fleeting instant. I leaned in, giving Jane a peck on the cheek--an inadequate gesture for the debt of gratitude I owed her. In this endeavor, she had been my compass, my anchor, and without her, I'd have been lost to the shadows that swallowed hope whole.
"Thanks," I whispered, my gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. The cavernous space seemed to absorb my gratitude, echoing it back in the faint hum of machinery hidden within its bowels. "Let's not waste a second."
"Agreed," Jane said, her ears flicking with anticipation.
As we proceeded to the final hallways, my attention wavered. A monitor snagged my focus. Digital pulses and life-signs danced across the surface, distilling existence into data points. A form huddled in the corner of a cavernous cell graced the screen, his scales shimmering with an unnatural luminescence under the ruthless glare of overhead lights, eliciting a shudder that crawled up my backbone. Suddenly, I felt a tug on my arm. It was Jane, yanking me back to reality before I could lose myself in this horrifying spectacle.
"Focus, Connie," Jane's voice cut through my trance, her scaled hand guiding mine away from temptation. Jane's large paws wrapped around mine. Behind these doors, people--no, not people, test subjects--lived out their nightmares in real time.
"Sorry," I murmured, nodding in silent gratitude. She was right; distraction could mean death--or worse, discovery.
Jane halted abruptly, her ears perked up. She pointed ahead, and there it was: the door. Not just any door--but *the* door, the threshold to what we'd sought for years. The designation J-7A was seared into its metallic frame, accompanied by a counter that read: 456H 11M. Adjacent to the ominous timer were four cautionary symbols, their meanings as elusive as the purpose behind this facility. The first sign bore an illustration of a tail entwined with a pill. The second was even more cryptic; a brain shrouded in mist. Lastly, an eye rendered in undulating lines stared back at them. My brow furrowed as I traced my paws over the embossed symbols, while Jane squinted her eyes trying to decipher their hidden message. Without any point of reference or guide, these images were nothing more than abstract art on cold steel - confusing and intimidating in equal measure.
"Ready?," she inquired, her gaze ablaze with an untamed fierceness as she flicked her ears back against the sleek, black fur of her head. "God, she exudes such allure when she does that," I mused silently, nodding in response.
"As ready I can be," I stated quietly, the words escaping me like a gentle breeze as I extended my hand towards the monitor.
As the screen flickered to life, my gaze locked onto it with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. My paws trembled as I caught my first glimpse of my brother after four long years. Despite the passage of time, he still bore an uncanny resemblance to the adolescent who had vanished from our lives, but puberty had stretched him taller and his once snow-white fur now carried a few degrees closer to an ashen gray. His signature rat tail too had evolved, elongating with maturity, its tip now dipped in an ominous hue of deep purple. His form was splayed out in a grotesque tableau; his ears plastered flat against his skull in a wordless cry for compassion. Completely naked, he stood defenseless. Unyielding metal restraints bound his paws and feet, immobilizing him against the wall and floor.
A mix of emotions flooded through me - both relief and apprehension. He was still alive, marked by the passing of time and life's events, but his breath was still steady, My gaze then dropped to acknowledge the long pillar of pink flesh that swung low between his legs, reaching just shy of his knees. The sight of his manhood was both captivating and unsettling, especially with the two spherical masses hanging heavily below it. The ominous nickname of 'breeders' suddenly made sense.
I took a step back from the glowing monitor and glanced at Jane, who quickly pressed a series of buttons. The metal door slid open with a hiss, revealing a vast room filled with cages. My heart raced as I saw my brother, bound and unconscious, against the back wall. With Jane right behind me, I sprinted towards him, fighting back tears of relief and joy. Jane kept pace behind me, her paw gripping my shoulder in support as I finally embraced my long-lost brother after years of separation.
"We have to get him out of here," I murmured, fingers trembling as they clawed at the mask concealing his face. My efforts were futile, the metal unmoved by my desperation.
"Hold on," Jane's voice sliced through my spiraling anxiety, her claws deftly revealing a key from her pocket.
"I think they're controlled remotely," she stated with precision, her eyes sharp and calculating as she took charge of the situation. Making her way over to a nearby panel, her fingers danced over the console with the finesse of a seasoned hacker. In response, the machine emitted an eerie beeping sound before Jay's restraints clicked open.
"Bingo," Jane declared triumphantly. "And now to keep them off our backs while we make a break for it." Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she worked her magic on the terminal, a devilish smirk forming around her lips. "This is going to wreak havoc on every system simultaneously; they'll be too disoriented to pinpoint what hit them," she chuckled darkly, shifting her attention to another console. "Alright, I'm about to hit reboot - brace yourself for chaos."
No sooner had her words left her lips than the world around us plunged into darkness. The lights flickered, stuttering like a dying heartbeat before they steadied again. The ever-present hum of the ventilation system abruptly fell silent. In its place, alarms began to wail--shrill sirens echoing from every corner of the facility in a discordant chorus.
"Emergency...lockdown...procedures...initiated...stand by..." The announcement sputtered out in disjointed fragments, a mechanical oracle spewing portents of immediate danger. The door slammed into place, its lock engaging with an ominous click that reverberated through the sterile room.
"Get the door, I'll grab Jay," I instructed. Jane's quick nod confirmed her understanding and she wasted no time in unzipping her backpack to retrieve the necessary tools. With a determined stride, she headed towards the base of the door.
As Jane manipulated the airlock, I watched Jay's form twitch into consciousness, without the support from his manacle, he fell softly to the floor in a naked .
"Jay," I murmured, my voice barely a breath in the sterile air. The words were more for me than him, a desperate mantra to keep my resolve steady. "We're here to bring you home." My paw reached out, trembling slightly as it brushed against the cold metal of his headgear.
With a click the cover fell away. His eyes blinked open slowly, confusion clouding their depths. "Jay," I said again, swallowing hard against the knot in my throat. "It's Connie...your sister." His ear twitched at the sound of my name and my heart leaped in response.
"Connie, is it really you?" His voice, a raspy whisper, was only the shadow of what it once was.
"Yeah," I choked out hastily, struggling to keep my voice from wavering. "I'm here to rescue you." Suddenly. The air around us seemed to congeal, growing hotter by the moment. A guttural growl rumbled in Jay's throat as he gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling irregularly with each labored inhale.
"Connie?," he managed to rasp through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, Jay, it's me - your sister. We're going to get you out of here," I said, my voice cracking under the strain as I crouched down beside him.
"Connie...you..." He stifled another growl and shuddered violently as if wrestling with some internal force. "You need to leave," he begged through a grimace of pain. Our eyes locked and for a fleeting second, reality seemed to tilt on its axis before snapping back into place.
"No, We're not leaving without you." As I placed my paw gently on his shoulder for reassurance, a wave of vertigo swept over me. "What's wrong?" The words tumbled from my lips before I could stop them.
Before anyone could respond, an artificial voice echoed throughout the room from concealed speakers: "Warning: J-77, release is 456 hours overdue; breeder overload state imminent, Exercise extreme caution..." The emotionless voice sent icy tendrils crawling down my spine.
"Connie...please..." Jay's plea came laced with pain and desperation. "I can't hold it back much longer."
"Just hang in there, Jay whatever a breeder overload state is we'll help you get through it." I urged him anxiously, glancing towards Jane. She was hunched over a terminal, her paws rapidly typing commands.
"The door..." Jane yelled. "I Almost got it... We need to bolt the second it opens!" The urgency in her voice echoed my own fears as we waited for our window of escape.
"Forgive me sis," the words vibrated more than they resonated, my brother's snarl reverberating through the laboratory. Like a bolt of lightning, he lunged into the room's center, his silhouette a blur against the harsh white lights. As if succumbing to some twisted metamorphosis, his fur began to ripple and shift; each strand morphing from its natural hue into an ominous shade of deep violet. His breaths came in ragged gasps, echoing off the cold steel walls with an eerie rhythm that set my heart pounding in sync. His eyes were wide and frenzied, their golden glow now tainted by a manic hunger. The most startling transformation was the bulge straining against his lower abdomen, it was impossible to ignore; a monstrous erection that throbbed with an almost predatory need.
Jay's head snapped in Jane's direction, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. I watched in horror as his grin twisted into something sinister, revealing sharp teeth and glistening fangs. In a lightning-fast movement, his sinuous tail extended the length of the room and coiled tightly around Jane's neck, constricting her airway.
"Drink," Jay 'commanded. His tail forcibly slipped past her lips and pushed into her throat, inciting a fierce wave of choking and retching. It danced and twisted inside the warm cavern of her mouth, and I could see viscous purple syrup escape from the corners of her mouth as struggled against whatever intoxicating drug Jay was forcing into her.
"That's it... take it all," his tail eased its grip and Jane instinctively swallowed as she gasped for air. "See it's not so bad." he coaxed, his voice trembling with delight as his tail throbbed rhythmically, pumping more of its potent concoction into Jane. The fight in her eyes began to fade as the concoction from Jay's tail filled her senses, replacing fear with a strange tranquility that was both eerie and enticing.
My body was cemented in place, a cocktail of terror and dismay coursing through my veins as Jane's terrified whimpers echoed off the sterile lab walls. He hoisted her up by his tail, pulling her trembling body against his own with an unsettling ease.
The images adorning the walls outside of Jay's cell, once dismissed as nonsense, now took on a sinister and disturbing meaning in my mind. The bright yellow background was no longer just a choice of color; it served as a warning. The depiction of a brain fog, A tail-drug, and why his eyes were covered were now filled with ominous implications. Whispers and rumors I had dismissed as unfounded theories about 'breeders' suddenly became all too real and terrifyingly present right before me.
"Please no," the plea tore itself from my throat, Jane's desperate struggle ripping me out of my immobilizing stupor. I rose, every muscle straining in a futile attempt to aid Jane. But then, his gaze ensnared me. My brother's eyes bore into mine. His hypnotic stare spun my world off its axis, turning the room into a dizzying swirl of colors and shapes.
"Watch," his voice echoed like a god's decree within the labyrinth of my mind. A shudder racked through me as my limbs froze in place against their will. I was no longer in control; it felt like he had hit the pause button on my body's controller.
My eyes locked on the scene unfolding before me, as Jay's focus shifted back to Jane. Her resistance seemed to ebb away, the potent concoction he'd forced down her throat taking hold. Her protests of defiance became muffled pleas of wanton desire, the scent of her induced heat cycle flooding the room. Jay watched with satisfaction as she crumbled under his influence, her body collapsing onto the cold floor as he released her from his tail.
Jane's frame writhed on the floor, her breasts beginning to swell and strain against her shirt, nipples hard as diamonds cutting into the thin fabric. I watched on helplessly from my corner of this sterile hellhole, as Jane's athletic form began to morph under Jay's ruthless influence. Her hips widened, losing their toned shape only to be replaced with voluptuous curves. The fabric of her pants stretched taut over her heat-swollen pussy; so much so I could see her lips twitch through the strained fabric.
"Approach," he commanded, a directive that Jane obeyed without hesitation. She flipped onto her belly, crawling towards him on all fours, her tail waving flagrantly in the air. The glint in her eyes burned with an insatiable lust; she was so consumed by desire that Jay didn't even need to voice his next order.
The second Jane's lips where in range of Jay's swollen dick, she dove headfirst into the intoxicating scent of his arousal. Her paws found the heavy balls hanging below his rigid length, stroking them with an insatiable hunger. Her tongue traced a seductive path up his shaft, peeling back the skin to reveal the throbbing head hidden beneath. A low growl rumbled from her chest as she swallowed him whole.
A wave of perversion swept through me as I watched my brother overpower my girlfriend. His fingers gripped her fur tightly as he thrust his cock down her throat, causing wet slaps and muffled moans to fill the room. Her face was flushed and her mouth eagerly accepted his relentless thrusts. My own body reacted with heat and arousal, my panties dampening with shameful desire.
I watched, mesmerized as waves of pleasure washed over Jane; she had come twice just from his sucking cock. The evidence of her orgasms was clear in the wet patch that spread down her pants and trickling down to her legs onto the beneath. The sight sparked an unknown and unwanted seed of jealousy within me - that I tried to crush failed.
Jay ran his sharp claws over the dogs clothes, tearing them apart with brutal elegance. The sound of shredding fabric filled the room as her pants were reduced to mere fragments and fell to the floor like defeated confetti. "Such a good bitch," he purred, his voice low and full of lust. "You won't be needing these anymore...ever."
With a strength that belied his slender frame, Jay effortlessly lifted Jane from the icy grip of the laboratory's sterile floor. She fit snugly in his arms as he shifted his position behind her, their bodies connecting like pieces of a puzzle. His hot breath tickled her neck as he held her securely against him. Her legs parted to make room for him, as he pressed himself against her from behind, His long cock slipped between the inviting cradle between her thighs from behind, protruding out from her soft folds as if she'd suddenly sprouted a massive cock of her own.
"If you believe your breasts feel full now, just wait until they're swollen with milk," he murmured, his fingers tightening around her engorged flesh. Her body quivered under his rough ministrations.
"Gods.....Yes," Jane's plea was loud and needy, quivering with a hunger that only intensified. Her hips bucked instinctively against the tantalizing pole pressing just outside her aching mound. A carnal cry tumbled from her lips once more - primal and throaty - "breed me."
Jay's grin stretched wide, predatory, and full of promise. His thick cock was a hard contrast against her softness, rubbing tantalizingly against the swollen folds of her pussy. He took a moment to tease her entrance before positioning himself at her gateway. With a practiced ease, he thrust forward in one fluid motion.
The sudden intrusion made Jane gasp sharply, her body quaking from the intense sensation of him filling her completely. Her moan was raw and needy, laced with the exquisite torment of pleasure that only a true breeder could provide.
I was so entranced by their intimate dance that I didn't notice Jay's tail snaking its way towards me until it had already wrapped itself around my neck. Its tip nudged against my lips insistently, demanding entry into the warm cavern of my mouth.
In response, I seized his tail, dragging my tongue along its length before taking the tip into my mouth. I sucked hard, the taste of him raw and wild on my tongue. The sight of me sucking his tail seemed to ignite something primal in Jay. His thrusts into Jane turned savage and unrelenting. He was nothing but raw lust now, each movement screaming with a need to claim, to stuff, to Breed.
Jane convulsed beneath him, a wild animal in heat, starved for the sensation of his meat. Each thrust from Jay was met with a ravenous pushback from her, an insatiable hunger coursing through her veins. Her cries of raw pleasure echoed around them, primal and desperate, ripped from her throat as if each breath could be her last. The quivering roundness of her ass juddered with every fierce drive he delivered, each one plunging deeper into her needy cunt. His cock burrowed so deep within her that it was visible to me from across the room - a perverse yet fascinating spectacle.
His tail continued its invasive foray into me It probed deeper into my mouth, - pushing against the back of my throat, rubbing against the sensitive walls with its soft yet insistent pressure. The bittersweet taste overwhelmed my senses; it was lusty and raw, fueling me to crave even more.
"More..." Jane's voice quivered beneath him, a raw entreaty laced with carnal urgency. The once reserved and poised woman was morphing into an insatiable slut, her yearning for his cock escalating into a primal hunger with each passing moment. She was no longer begging; she was demanding, pleading for him to satiate her lustful cravings.
Jay nodded in approval, increasing his pace until he was nothing but a blur. Jane's body writhed beneath him, surrendering completely to the ecstasy that he so expertly induced within her cavernous depth.
From my secluded corner, I observed with anticipation as Jays' hefty testicles began to convulse and shudder with increasing urgency. The sight was unmistakable, a signal that could only signify one impending event. "Here comes your litter," he grunted, his rhythm accelerating into a frenzied gallop before abruptly halting.
The room was instantly flooded with the symphony of Jane's unabashed cries of pleasure, punctuated by the wet squelch-squelch-squelch that echoed from their entwined bodies. Each wet slap was an exclamation mark to her inevitable pregnancy - an auditory testament to Jays' potent seed being pumped into Jane's ravenous depths.
As I watched Janes body contort and stretch with cum, I felt the viscous stream of fluid force its way into my mouth. I swallowed it without hesitation, fully aware of the transformative effects it would wreak upon me. The fluid exploded in my mouth a sweet and tangy taste that made my nipples painfully hard and my cunt throb in need.
"Such a good girl," Jays' voice was a low growl, his words echoing in the sterile confines of our secret lab. Withdrawing from Jane, his seed erupted from her and hit the floor with a wet splat, she collapsed to the floor. Jane moaned beneath him as she convulsed slightly, waves of pleasure still ravaged her. Her face was frozen in an expression of ecstasy so pure it was almost painful to behold. Her eyes, usually sparkling with intelligence and curiosity, were now glazed over with a primal hunger. It was as if all her cognitive abilities had been drowned in an ocean of insatiable lust, leaving behind only this creature of desire.
A primal fear should have gripped me, a desperate yearning to flee, yet that instinct was smothered by the molten desire surging within my depths. The intoxicating drug from his tail coursed through my veins, driving my body into an insatiable frenzy. I could feel the slick evidence of my need saturating the fabric of my panties, sending my head spinning in a dizzying whirl of lust. The world beyond this moment ceased to exist - Jane, Jay, even escape - all were insignificant compared to the raw hunger gnawing at me. I craved this man.
 Without waiting for his permission, I tore free from my stretched clothing. Finding myself on all fours with the cold, sterile lab floor beneath me, I was transformed into an untamed beast in rut. My body thrummed with a potent need, every cell aflame with lust. My tail arched towards him provocatively, an enticing signal that needed no words.
My newly enhanced breasts and pussy felt foreign yet tantalizingly heavy, swollen with anticipation as I made my way to him on all fours. Our gazes locked - his eyes were a cocktail of intrigue and desire while mine smoldered with unvoiced guarantees.
He hesitated for a beat and I saw a flicker of uncertainty cloud his gaze. But I wasn't about to let hesitation steal this moment from me; it was either he gave willingly or I took what I needed from him. With bold determination, I pulled his tail into my mouth and suckled its tip while bending down further to spread myself wider for him. His initial reluctance shattered under the weight of our shared carnality, and he succumbed to his own ravenous desire. With a groan of surrender, he plunged into me with a hard and fast thrust that sent waves of pleasure coursing through me.
As the potent cocktail of his drugs and my heat coursed through my veins, igniting a wild inferno of desire that consumed every shred of my restraint, our bodies entwined in an animalistic rut. His thick shaft pushed against me, stretching my depths to their limits. His slick precum acted as both a lubricant and an appetizer, stoking the fires of my insatiable hunger. My body throbbed with anticipation for the main course. Each throbbing pulse from his engorged cock seemed to obliterate any thoughts or concerns beyond this singular moment. I felt myself dissolving into nothing more than a creature driven by pure carnal desire--a beast starved for more. Fueled by the intoxicating concoction coursing through me, I all but impaled myself onto him, surrendering completely to the sweet oblivion that awaited.
"Why did being reduced to fuck meat have to feel so good!" I thought as I recalled the rumors of the breeder only for the thought to be pushed out as I coiled my legs around hips and impaled myself further onto his monstrous member. I continued to sink him deeper into me, ignoring the faint whisper inside my head that screamed this was wrong. That voice had been silenced, replaced by a ravenous nymphomaniac who didn't give a damn about societal norms or blood ties. She craved only one thing: the thick, hard dick lodged deep within her.
His form stiffened; I sensed his rhythm hasten, growing wilder and more desperate. Then everything stilled for an instant - our ragged breaths hung dense in the silence. The spasms within me forewarned the brewing tempest; his shaft throbbed as his thick member flexed and jerked. I heard the familiar squelch-squelch-squelch sounds from under and then felt it, his torrential climax surged into me in relentless waves, each one more potent and shattering than the last. My universe exploded into a blinding white ecstasy as I convulsed around him, greedily drinking in every pulse of his sanity-fracturing seed. "I've finally found you," I gasped out, my voice barely a whisper against the soft hum of our shared satisfaction.
I could feel my new reality begin to take root, it was gentle like the lapping waves of an ocean after a storm. All coherent thoughts were washed away by this insatiable craving to be used by him again and again - an intoxicating spiral of fulfillment and mind-numbing desire. My body sagged against his, spent from the intensity of our coupling but still trembling with residual pleasure. The drool slipped unnoticed from the corner of my mouth, tracing a wet path down my chin before dripping onto our entwined bodies.
My eyes lost focus on anything other than him. The world beyond him ceased to exist; all that mattered was this endless cycle of lustful heat that he ignited within me. The memories that got me to this point started to blur at the edges; details eroding under the constant onslaught of this all-encompassing desire. I could feel them slipping away like sand through my fingers, being replaced instead with an unending hunger for more. His touch, his taste, his scent - everything about him became my new reality as I succumbed completely to this maddening lust. A doll to be filled and used repeatedly in an unending cycle of carnal heat. - I closed my eyes and let myself sink into the first truly restful sleep I've had since the night before our 15th birthday so many years ago, we were finally together at last.