Story request by Techwolf that I'm currently working on...
Several men and women behind a large scaled glass window looked on at the three mutates copulating together with differentiating forms of disbelief, interest and curiosity on their faces. The experiment had gone on with a 'success', in one matter of speaking, and now the results were writhing together in a large ball of fur, scales, musk and sweat. Large prehensile 'tentacles' writhed between the three males locked in a frenzied carnal embrace with one another and black slime seemed to drip copiously from the slimy appendages liberally, right before heated moans from the owners of said attachments moaned aloud and then streams of black covered the room. Apparently, this was a sign that the three had reached something of a climax together, though that didn't seem to lessen the passion between the mutates as they continued to coil tightly together.
A buzzer went off somewhere behind the group and all heads turned to see the door to the experimentation room fly open and a large male figure walk in.
"Don't we all have something else to be doing?" The person, one of the heads of the research and development team, an imposing black maned lion wearing thin rimmed glasses and the traditional white doctor's lab coat, asked before lifting one eyebrow.
Murmurs and apologies came from the men and women all standing together before nervous feet shuffled the science team out of the room. When the lion was left behind in room he grunted before taking a few steps over to the window where the others had just abandoned. Dark amber eyes watched the three experiments inside of the room roll around together while humping and grinding into one another with something akin to boredom before the maned feline turned to press a button.
One mechanical hiss later several thick blinders dropped down from the upper portion of the window to cast a gloomy shadow over the lion as he sealed the three males inside of the large room in their frenzied state of sexual exuberance.
The lion didn't bother to speculate or wonder what might happen when the three experiments inside finally broke out of their physical carnality. More than likely though, when they finally did take a moment to rest it wouldn't matter anyway since there was very little time between the three mating with each other and moments of rest and respite between them before they were going at it with each other again.
The lion simply shook his head before turning on his heel, his shoes barely squeaking on the tilted floor, and walked out of the room to leave the three men to bond even deeper with each other.
Three subjects were chosen from a various selection of males that were part of a mock physical trail given by a gay outreach program. All three possessed different physical and psychological traits that would broaden the results of the test that was being conducted by a certain special interest groups. The experiment in itself was made to understand the effects of a certain biological pathogen that had been unearthed from an incident five years ago from some unnamed part of the world.
Many of the scientists working on the project didn't know exactly what the pathogen could do so that left many of them questioning what could happen if this substance was introduced to an anthromorphs genetic data. Questions and concerns rose up quickly but were cut down just as quickly as money and promises were made to kept mouths silences until the experiment was well under way.
The three men were brought into separate rooms on the same day and given routine physicals and asked nonessential questions to create a calm ambiance amid the test subjects.
The three were left alone to entertain themselves with various books and music selections that had been left on computer systems set up inside of them rooms. All of the accommodating rooms for the test subjects were fitted with a single bed, computer, desk, chair, shelf lined with books, a bathroom hidden behind a door in the corner, and a window out looking the city. The sun was shining almost wistfully as the bright orange orb was beginning its decent into the horizon, setting the world a glow with warm fiery colors while fat and fluffy sailed listlessly through the sky.
This left the test subjects to be examined by the scientist outside of the room as minutes passed into hours; the little nuances that differentiated the three from one another were of prime interest to the research group as they could try to pick out various personality traits that the psych tests might have missed.
The first subject was an imposing red, black and golden scaled dragon. The reptile was the tallest of the three men though that may have been because of his horns, wings and tail. The dragon's tail had to have been almost four feet long and as thick as his leg at his base until it thinned and tapered down to the point of the tip of his tail which possessed four sharpened spikes at the end. The dragon busied himself with bobbing his head as he listened to something that was reminiscent of acid jazz on the computer he was sitting in front of.
The reptile was dressed in a see-through mesh muscle shirt and a pair of loose fitting khaki cutoffs. Since it was summer he hadn't didn't bother with any other kind of clothing, despite his cold draconic blood, or maybe because of it since his scale absorbed every drop of warmth from the current heat wave that was taking over the city. The claws on the reptile's four clawed toes tapped rhythmically as the song began to crest and then ebb before coming to its climax.
The profile of the dragon named him as Jessie BlackClaw III, his age listed him as twenty-two years old, and his weight was two hundred and sixty-eight pounds with more than twenty pounds being in his tail and his wings. Said black wings were trimmed with gold along the membranes as well as down the back of the leathery folds clasped tightly together along Jessie's backside. Jessie was the third in a clutch of seven hatchlings and had a strong dominant personality that made him seem heavily aggressive, which he lived up to spectacularly by being a bodyguard/strong arm for the private company that he moonlighted for in the guise of a prestigious gay nightclub. Though the last part wasn't written down anywhere under the form made to question the reptile's occupation.
The dragon listed his working conditions as a bouncer for the mainstream club; however unknown sources had been cycled through to give light to what exactly Jessie did for a living. However, this was a moot point since all that was needed for the experiment was a willing subject that didn't mind being kept for a week as the scientist ran the biological pathogen through him and the two others participants. With the reptile's personality though, despite his aggressive tendencies, Jessie had a level head and calm demeanor that kept ferocity and vehemence in check, unless he was paid to do otherwise.
Nobody would have thought that anything like this were true by the looks of him as Jessie bobbed his head merrily along with the tunes and let his horned head weave side to side as he lost himself to the music.
Back to the subject however, what the scientist needed was for the classic dominant male type, which Jessie was if his answers to the psychological profile and sexual orientation questionnaire were anything to go by:
Dominant in the bedroom, was not currently in a relationship, his last relationship having been three years ago before he moved from his home town to take up his current occupation. The dragon also had various types of sexual fetishes and kinks that had to be written underneath the four lines that had been provided for the reptile to use.
When the music ended Jessie growled and snorted before clicking on the mouse pad underneath his right hand and then changed to another track of the same type.
Down the same hall where Jessie was the second candidate of the experiment was busing himself with a book, flipping through the pages and chuckling somewhat as he found something humorous between the written lines of current passage. The other male was a large Great Dane with black patches along his pure white form with a body was nearly as tall as Jessie's. A long but slim tail waved underneath the left side of the Dane's body as he rocked himself back and forth along the back legs of the chair he was seated in.
The profile of this Great Dane named his as Alexander Wright, age twenty-three, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-three pounds standing at a height of about six feet six inches. Alexander was wearing a steel choke collar around the lower part of his thick neck, almost to where the 'V' of his neck was, a white sleeveless t-shirt over his broad barreled chest, blue jeans down his runner built legs, and leather sandals along his massive feet. Unlike many anthromorphs, Jessie included, Alexander was plantigrade, meaning that his soles were planted flat along the ground instead of being lifted from his heel up.
Alexander's short fur gave him the ability to be somewhat more comfortable in the brutal heat outside so the canine hadn't been panting hard or heavy when he had come into the building where the paid test he was subjecting himself was being held. That almost meant that the Great Dane hadn't been stinking with sweat or musk when he had come into the room, almost, so that had been somewhat of a blessing to the men and women dressed in lab uniforms. Alexander had come inside and been setup quickly and then given the same exam as Jessie and was now busy trying not to mind the fact that he was trapped in a room he couldn't get out of.
According to his profile Alex was both openly homosexual but he was a closeted submissive. The young Great Dane was a college grad that currently worked as a part-time apprentice chef at one of the local restaurants downtown where the entire experiment was taking place. Much of what Alexander had put down on his personality profile told of secret desires and needs to be dominated, however the Great Dane had never had a boyfriend and had never had any kind of sexual relationship with another male. The scientist that had spoken with Alex had come to the conclusion that the Great Dane had a lot of mental conflictions with his identity that had come from past traumas, yet Alex had never been physically or sexually abused. It seemed as though a lot of the Dane's desires stemmed from a deep-rooted need to be loved and physically pleased in almost the same way a woman might feel she needs to be satisfied.
Apparently, Alexander came from a well off home with the usual overworked and not very emotionally close parents so much of the Great Dane's emotional needs had turned to a favorite uncle that he had grown up close to. Said uncle was an open homosexual but had never done anything inappropriate with the young canine, but had shown him another side towards being loved that had imprinted itself on Alexander's psyche. Alexander's parents had been ignorant of their son's feelings so everything had boiled over during high school where the Dane had found himself crushing on a senior, but then drained completely when his uncle died in a car accident. Without anyone to turn to and not having the confidence to know where to go to ask, and being unsure of what he exactly wanted in another man, Alexander had trapped all of his feelings inside and channeled them into other sources, such as his enjoyment of fantasy novels and his cooking skills.
Plans had been concocted to get Jessie and Alex together to see if the two would find a level of bonding between each, however that had to wait until after the experiment had gone underway.
The last person that was scheduled to take part in the test was a large black kangaroo who was grumbling and trying to pick out a music genre on the computer he was sitting in front of. The large 'roo sighed before he slumped back into his chair, wrapped his tail over his lap and then rolled his head back so that his neck was laid bare to the flicking screen in front of him. The last person in question registered himself as Maxwell Christ, though a lot of people were skeptically about this fact since something about the other man just came off a 'wrong' about the kangaroo.
His personality profile came back like a warning beacon to many and should have immediately ejected the kangaroo from the program however; word from the higher ups kept Maxwell as one of three persons that were needed for the test to be substantiated. Whatever the kangaroo story it didn't seem contradict with what was needed for the experiment so many of the men and women on the other side of the room put their suspicious thoughts out of mind in favor of working on setting up the controls for the project.
Maxwell Christ: age thirty-three, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds even while standing at a height of five foot nine inches tall, the 'roo had listed his occupation as unemployed and living out of a halfway house. The kangaroo wore a pair of torn black jeans around his wide thighs and legs, a stained tie-dyed t-shirt that had seen better days and bandage cloths wrapped around his feet to keep them protected when he walked. However, everything about Maxwell seemed to just possess a certain air that seemed to be more...something...than what he appeared to be. The little twitches and jerks along his body told of a story that the other man might have had some time with substance abuse. Yet, during his physical, Maxwell had no track marks and his blood had come up clean, so everyone was slightly concerned about what it was that was just...off...about the 'roo.
Nobody was sure and nobody planned to rock the boat by questioning something that might not have been there. The consensus of the moral majority was that it was better, during these times at least, to just move along and hope that things turned out for the best. After all, the experiment in itself was already under a lot of scrutiny so there was no need to fan the flames of uncertainty and panic within the group by worrying about someone who willingly put himself up to be experimented on for just a few thousand dollars.
Maxwell's sexual orientation listed him as a switch hitter, not currently in a relationship; his last had been several years ago and not something Max wanted to discuss.
So there the three men were, left to their own devices while the people on the other side of the room prepared the pathogen for the dragon, Great Dane and kangaroo. Nothing very important would happen on day one since there would be need time to prep and give the three males time to settle in so that they could become pacified by a false sense of safety. Food would be prepared and given to the three based on their own requests, Alexander would ask to cook for himself but would be denied, much to the Dane's sorrow, and then asked to bed down around ten at night. The computers were left on so that music could be funneled throughout the three men's rooms, unknowing to the three that plans were being made for them that would change their lives in ways that they would never have been able to dream of, despite the psychological subliminal messaging that was underscoring the music the three were listening to.