She finds herself jolted awake as the green-tinted fluid she floats in starts draining metallic tentacles in her mouth, vagina, and ass automatically retracting into the ceiling and floor. Looking around the room she finds the tank to be surrounded by people in surgical masks and a mix of lab coats and nursing scrubs. Still feeling groggy from her sudden awakening she tries desperately to remember how she got here or who she was. Drawing a complete blank on both she thinks about the rest of her memories. As best as she could tell everything but personal memories was still there. Of course if something was missing how would she even know?

As the last of the fluid drains away some mechanism fires allowing the cylinder of glass to retract into the floor. Two of the nurse types grab her arms picking her up and laying her out on an examination table ignoring her struggles as they force her wrists and ankles into restraints before stepping back leaving her nude and shivering on the cold surface. 

One of the scientists moves in closer grabbing her chin and pulling it down to inspect the inside of her mouth. Finishing he picks up a gag from an instrument tray, forcing it in and securing it around her head. Turning away from her the researcher tells one of the assistants to take notes and resumes his examination commenting from time to time as he moves down her body. Bare fingers poking and prodding at every inch of her body, even finishing by pinching her nipples his only comment there a terse ‘physical reactions normal’. He moves away letting the orderlies unlock her and flip her onto her belly, locking her back in place with her arms and legs spread. After giving her back a similar treatment he dictates a few more notes before turning to leave. “Seems the procedures were successful. One of you idiots finish up the exam, clean it up, and make sure my notes are typed up before tomorrow morning’s meeting”

The otter hybrid trembles, crying out each time he gets rough in his exam, tears running down her face pooling beneath her head. Giving a short lived sigh of relief at his departure she yelps again as another of the researchers adjusts the table forcing her to bend forward at the waist better exposing her body. “Gentlemen out, not that any of you deserve that title.” She orders curtly before picking up another item from the tray applying some lube to it before sliding the speculum into her vagina opening it to full spread and locking it open the otter groaning in discomfort at the action. After running through a full pelvic exam she discards her gloves and rests a hand on the otters rear leaving the instrument in place. “Well I have at least one piece of good news. You seem to be in near perfect health, which given your condition on arrival is damn near miraculous. Not that you’ll be able to take advantage of it.” turning to the remaining intern she continues. “It’s time you get some hands on experience. You get to clean her up and bring her to the testing chamber. Don’t be late” Instructions dispensed she leaves as well taking the last of the scientists with her.

“Hands on experience? I’m a fucking intern not a d-class assistant. At least you’re easy on the eyes, some of the other projects are dammed disturbing” She unlocks the restraints and removes the speculum her movements a little rougher than comfortable for the bound hybrid causing her to whine around the gag. Leaving it in place she helps her sit up, wiping the tears away with a frown. “Why pick someone so young and delicate like you though, I suppose the head research bening a right bastard and a pervert both do explain that fairly well.” Carrying the surprisingly light female over to a small shower cubicle the mouse intern puts her on a bench and turns on a handheld sprayer.

While the water washes the tank fluid out of her fur the otter shivers and reaches up to remove the ball-gag. Cecilia grabs her hand keeping her from doing so and shrugs. “You can take it off if you want, but don’t try speaking. From what those self-important scientists have told this lowly intern you were in some kind of horrible accident that took your legs and seriously damaged the rest of your body.” Letting go of her hand the mouse continues washing her while she fumbles weakly behind her head eventually managing to remove the gag immediately asking “What happened?” her voice rough from disuse

The intern chuckles a little and shakes her head. “I told you not to speak didn’t I? Plus I don’t actually know the answer to that, and the researchers aren’t likely to tell either of us. You shouldn’t ask them either, better yet don’t speak unless they ask a question or they’ll gag you again.Understand?” After she gives a brief nod Cecilia finishes rinsing and drying her off, collecting a wheelchair from outside the room, returning, and placing the otter in it. “Here comes the really fun part, learning if you still know how to walk with your new legs.”

She pushes the chair out the door and down several hallways leaving the otter in the testing chamber, a plain white walled room. The scientists observing the room through a viewing window halfway up the wall. 

As the intern leaves a speaker crackles to life and a bored voice commands the test subject to stand and walk across the room. She glares up at the watching crowd before carefully getting to her feet, wobbling in place for several minutes, and finally taking small unsteady steps forward holding her arms out for balance. Once she reaches the other wall the speaker activates again and guides her through further exercises walking, running, and even jumping making her work up a sweat. Pushing her till she finally trips over her artificial limbs falling to the floor her bare ass up in the air.  They depart the observation deck, leaving her lying there on the floor too tired to even wiggle into a more comfortable position. 

Eventually the same intern comes back grumbling under her breath again. “Hey there ott, Is it alright if I call you ott? Your official designation is some nonsense like ott-36C200/f which is a bit of a mouthful for general use. Anyways, I was chosen for more of that wonderful ‘hands on experience’ and get to deliver you to your containment cell.” Without waiting for an answer she runs a hand along the otters raised rear before getting her back in the wheelchair and taking her to a compact cell with only a bed, a toilet, and a small dispenser build into the wall.

“So, the thing set in the wall is a pair of dispensers, water and nutrient paste, the rest is fairly self explanatory. Oh and the black ball on the ceiling is a camera so no funny business. Someone is always watching.” She gives the cam-ball the finger before picking her up once more, getting the otter settled on the bed and whispering a quick addition while doing so. “I wish I could do more to help, but someone really is watching. If I linger too long they might decide to reassign me.” Taking the wheelchair with her she leaves the door closing behind her with a thunk as some oversized locking mechanism engages.

Alone at last after an exhausting day of being poked and prodded in some intimate place, physical testing, and other indignities. With no memory of who she was, no clothes, and no chance of getting answers the otter curls up looking at her metallic legs with mild curiosity as she cries herself to sleep.

~Next time on Kagome’s laboratory adventures 
  A much more pleasant form of experimentation.
  To find out more tune in next week for Part 2!~