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Corporate Invitations to the Kitsune

Part 1

Sponsored by Vanrixie

by Draconicon

The corporate offices of RIXANA were off-site to the actual lab for obvious reasons. When one regularly worked with 'science' that had the possibility of altering the physical reality of the subjects in question, it was best to keep the paperwork well away from anything that might modify it. Work-related meetings, for similar reasons, were also held on corporate grounds, if only because the 'investors' of the company were less than likely to understand the various goings-on within the lab itself.

As such, the offices weren't particularly glamorous, despite the fact that the owner of the company could easily afford them. They occupied no more than three stories of another building that rented them out at three times the standard cost, each floor with tinted windows to keep the outside world at bay and keep those that were interested in the quasi-legal nature of the otherwise unlisted company from poking their noses where they didn't belong.

Most such offices were related to the business of filing patents, finding out what was and wasn't claimed on the market, and trawling the various hidden message boards that RIXANA maintained to find those that were willing to be part of their work. At one point, one of the three floors had been dedicated to some charity work before it was decided that the company's work was of a gray enough moral nature that it was best for them to stay relatively underground, metaphorically speaking.

Relatively, of course, being the key word. In the largest of the boardrooms that RIXANA rented, on the thirty-second floor of the office building, the owner and the Head of Staffing and Logistics were deep in a meeting. Specifically, a headhunting meeting. The former, a maned wolf in an ankle-length skirt and tight black blouse, sat at the head of the table, and the latter, a white-furred wolf with an unnatural number of tails, stood at her side.

"You actually found someone?" Luciana asked, arching an eyebrow. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled, if that's true, but -"

"But you don't know if it's true."

"Mm-hmm."

"Have I ever let you down?"

"Only a few times. Never professionally."

"And I'm not going to start now, dear," Janise said, the wolf pulling a manilla folder from under her arm and laying it on the table. "RIXANA's not going to find the answers it needs in the technology sector. But what if we started looking at its opposite?"

"...Magic?" The maned wolf's eyebrow went up higher still. "That's a stretch."

"We both know it exists. We've run enough experiments on it."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean we can control it. What happens when it runs crazy like last time?"

"That's why we need her."

"Oh, now you're just pulling my leg. Don't tell me that you're looking for another plaything."

"Don't project on me, dear," Janise said. "We both know that's been more your tendency than mine."

"That's...fair." Luciana chuckled, shaking her head as she looked at the file. "I'm not sure how this is supposed to solve our problems, though. We've hired wizards before."

"Not archeologists, though."

"And how is that supposed to fix things?"

"Do you want me to explain, or do you want to actually look at the folder?"

Snorting, Luciana elected to do the latter, flipping it open and pulling out the collected sheets of paper. A name on the top - Vicki Thibodeux - left her curious, and she went silent to read through the profile properly. Janise was, if nothing else, a thorough subordinate, and she doubted there'd be any secrets left by the time that she finished the dossier.

Silence descended on the room, broken only by the occasional hiss or thump of certain pieces of anatomy under the table. Janise stood with an understated smirk on her face, her tails twisting and shifting across one another from time to time, clearly convinced that she had solved RIXANA's biggest problem.

Eventually, that same smirk grew across Luciana's face, as well, and she looked up to meet the wolf's eyes.

"Well done. Well done."

"I try."

"You succeeded. Call her in."

#

Vicki expected to be called to some office building, or failing that, to some government lab in the far end of nowhere, past all cell service, taxi rides, and current amenities. As a result, she had packed herself a small bag just in case there was a need for survival supplies and other such things.

As it turned out, she had a limo sent for her at the airport, and the limo had brought her to what amounted to little more than a single-story building that, while in the middle of nowhere, was surrounded by high fences, security towers, and all the security amenities of the more traditional mad science laboratories.

Considering that she'd needed to break into more than one of those in her career as an archaeologist, she would put this one as fair to middling. Enough security to keep the average treasure hunter and thief at bay, but with a few little gaps that were either invitations to those that were smart enough to see them or little oversights by those that stood on the heights of the company. Either way, the kitsune had already decided that she would be able to 'escape' if the job offer went south or if the head of the company - this Luciana Salith - wanted something besides someone knowledgeable in the ancient histories.

She stood beside the limo, her arms crossed just under her breasts as she waited for someone to come collect her. The guards at the front door of the one-story lab stood with their rifles up and armed, but the Dobermans didn't look like they were altogether threatened by a visitor, no matter how much they were chattering to each other. About her, as best she could tell, from the way that they gestured at her.

Probably something about the way that she was dressed, honestly. The survivalist vest, the tight shirt just under that, and the many-satchelled belt probably made her look like some tourist out on safari, particularly with how short her shorts were. They were pulled right up to the top of her thighs, pressed close there and all but pinned in place by the actual thickness there, her muscular legs well-practiced with...

Well, best not to get into that. But she was not the average visitor to this lab, she was sure of that much.

She was just debating getting back into the limo to take advantage of the air conditioning when the lab's front door finally opened, and through it stepped the maned wolf herself. A rather massive one, too. That part hadn't come through on the video call that had invited her here in the first place.

Vicki kept from going wide-eyed, though. In her experience, she'd dealt with werewolves, with mad monsters, with ancient creatures that had come from possession, angry gods, and just flat-out bad fungus. A seven-foot-ten maned wolf was just someone that had enjoyed far too much of a growth spurt, in her eyes. She smiled as she pulled her arms a bit tighter around her chest as the tan-and-white-furred female approached, giving a nod of greeting.

"Guessing that you would be Luciana? Or is it Ms. Salith?"

"Mrs.," the maned wolf corrected. "And you would be -"

"Vicki Thibodeux, yes. So, how many security regulations do we go through before we actually see the lab proper?"

"Oh, you figured that out already?"

"There's no way that a lab that's only tangentially legally registered is only one floor tall, in the middle of nowhere, and still has this level of security. So, unless this is where you keep your sex dungeon for private escapades that nobody else is supposed to know about..."

"...Well, you're half-right. And smarter than you look."

"Some girls get boobs, some get brains, some get both," Vicki said, giving her own a light smack as she brought her arms back down to her sides. "So, lab with sex, hmm?"

Luciana opened her mouth, chuckled, then closed it again. It seemed she'd guessed right. Then again, she supposed that she wasn't surprised. Anyone that got rich enough to afford something like this tended to give into temptation eventually; it was hard not to start using those kinds of resources to...indulge. Heavens knew that she did with different items.

The maned wolf gestured back at the door, and Vicki nodded, falling into step with her. They left the overheated parking lot behind, stepping into a white-walled hallway that led to a single elevator at the far end. Glancing around, Vicki saw the tell-tale signs of buttonhole cameras built into the walls, as well as the usual swaying ones that were more meant to draw the eyes and convince an intruder that there was only one type of camera around. Usually got them to make stupid mistakes, paying too much attention to those and ignoring the other ones that were built into the walls.

She made a note of that. Someone was smart enough to double-down on their security measures.

"So, does anything happen on the top level, or is it mostly just charade-space?"

"Not much beyond a detaining cell," Luciana admitted. "There's plenty of use for that, however."

"Owner's privileges?"

"If someone comes here to cause trouble, I believe they forfeit certain rights. RIXANA does have a purpose, after all."

"Beyond your own kinks?"

"Far beyond. Far, far beyond..."

There was just enough of a note of regret there that Vicki wondered what she was getting in for. Usually, these corporations were all about taking pride in what they did, but this woman seemed almost...embarrassed, for lack of a better term. She arched an eyebrow as she was led to the elevator in the center of the building, following the maned wolf inside and folding her hands behind her back as the down-button was pushed.

#

"...Well, I see what you mean about a sexual lab," Vicki said.

"I prefer to see it as bio-chemistry in action," Luciana said.

"Well, if that floats your boat."

She had to admit that it certainly involved bio-chemistry, though from the looks of things through the transparent barrier, it was quite clear that the subject on the other side was getting worked over by something potent. From where she stood, it was easy to make out the experimental subject in the room, a gray-ish furred mare that was bent over a breeding post, her cock - and yes, that was a real one, she could tell that much - slowly sliding in and out of the hole beneath her. Vicki cocked her head to the side as she watched the post shift slightly, looking almost mare-like itself.

"Is that a hologram in there?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"The other mare. Kind of like a phantom."

"Good eye. Most would miss that." Luciana chuckled. "No, that's not a hologram. It is, however, something of an illusion, something to keep her interested."

"Magical?"

"I wish."

"Science that you're not entirely briefed on?"

"More like science that I'm not at liberty to share with non-employees," the maned wolf said.

"Fair."

They watched the show together, and Vicki, while not quite getting heated under the collar, had to admit that it was quite the show. The mare in question was humping away, large balls swinging forward and back, and her tail was up high enough that her pussy was quite easily viewable. Unlike most herms that Vicki had seen, the mare inside the lab seemed more or less fully functional with both her parts. There was no sudden dryness to be concerned about, nor any lack of rigidity in the more masculine sex. They both seemed to be functioning fine.

The question of what they were testing, however, was answered as a tabby-cat scientist stepped into the cell. All but unseen by the mare, she pulled out a vial from her coat, smearing some sort of yellow ointment all over her gloves.

"Topical application?" Vicki asked.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Seems a little bit...inefficient."

"Oh, it does its job...partially. And I wouldn't want to jab someone with a needle where this is going."

"Oh. You mean - ah. Ah."

The vixen nodded, her nine tails pulling in a bit tighter behind her and her thighs pressing together in sympathetic imagination as she imagined an injection of that ooze...down there. As it was, topical was probably the better choice.

It was quite the show as the tabby cat started rubbing up the mare's balls, getting the yellow slime all over them. Vicki mentally started timing how long until they'd see some effect, and had barely reached a count of five before the mare started huffing, her hips picking up speed and the thrusts getting all the more violent. Hump, hump, hump, veins popping out along her thighs and her calves, and her cock -

Vicki's eyes widened slightly at the sight of that shaft pulsing hard, thickening against the lips of the breeding post. She knew that there was going to be some sort of effect there, but to see it all but burst open from the new size was certainly unexpected.

Note to self: not usable with a partner unless you're already well-stretched...

But it was the orbs below that grew particularly large. They swelled quickly, pulsing outwards and hanging further down, making the thrusts that much more dramatic as they dragged such large cargo behind them. Thrust, pulse, thrust, pulse, each time swinging down a bit bigger, a bit heavier, until they were almost between the mare's knees. They had started as low-hangers near the mid-thigh, but now? Now, they were big enough that they looked to be in genuine danger if they were not emptied soon.

The lack of worry on behalf of the mare from the cat and Luciana either meant that they weren't worried, or that they didn't care. She chose to believe the former, digging her hands into her palms as she watched.

It didn't take long after that for the mare to reach her climax, particularly as the tabby cat helped her along. The feline scientist worked her over, petting her pussy and rubbing her balls with those gloved hands. There was no physiological response from the ooze on the mare's pussy lips, which probably meant that it was targeted towards male-patterned tissue. Impressive, really, considering that gene-specific tissue was hard to target and she hadn't even heard of RIXANA before this. What else were they keeping off the market?

The humping ended after another few seconds as the tabby thrust her fist past the mare's slippery pussy lips. She arched her back, her breasts rising and then slapping back down against her chest, her balls lifting up and squeezing in on themselves. One clench, and they lost nearly a quarter of their new mass. Another, and they were halfway back to where they had started. Another, and another, and another, each time that much more violent than the last.

Eventually, she slumped forward, panting hard, and the semblance of a horse faded away from the breeding post, leaving nothing but the machine itself behind. The tabby cat tossed her gloves away, and then helped the mare backwards, slowly dragging her cock free. A condom was wrapped around the shaft, which Vicki had to admit was the smarter way to harvest that sort of product. Kept a risk of contamination from past loads in the machine down. Not that dissimilar from how you would make a new summoning circle every time that you did a demonic ritual for one of the new idols. You didn't want them to get jealous of each other.

As the mare was dragged backwards, though, that condom just seemed to stretch more and more. Even as the flared head slowly shrunk down, the bulge of the condom tip was still inside the breeding post. The tabby reached around, cupping the outside of the condom, and slowly eased it free, dragging it up and out bit by bit. Vicki blinked at the sight of the swelling, rolling load inside, only to sputter as it finally fell free, a wide blob of horse seed bigger than her head resting in the bottom of the condom.

"Is that...normal?"

"Well, lately. This serum's meant to encourage heavier loads for...reasons."

"Reasons being...?"

"Wait a second."

The kitsune waited as the tabby took the condom off the mare and carried it to the far side of the lab. It got dumped into some sort of scanner, and the feline tapped several keys on the attached touchscreen. Numbers came and went, only for the scientist to shake her head. Luciana sighed, her shoulders slumping.

"Another failure..."

"...Okay, maybe we can go back to the beginning here. What exactly are you trying to accomplish here, and why do you need an archaeologist?"

Luciana arched an eyebrow.

"You don't know?"

"Hmmm, no?"

"Really? I would have thought that you would have picked up on this by now."

"Honey. I'm an archaeologist. We pick at the remnants of the old world, of the historical record, and - in some really rare cases - with the things that people should have really left well enough alone. I'm not a scientist. I'm not a chemist."

"Yes, but really, you should have been briefed on this."

"...By who?"

"By - oh. Right. I'm the one that called you, aren't I?"

"Yes. Yes, you were."

"...And I didn't actually get into details, did I?"

"Not really, no. As I recall, you were mostly huffing and panting about some 'tight piece of ass', and 'teaching you how to take it' instead of talking about the job."

"Really? Oh, right...yes, that figures. Holly was visiting." Luciana shook her head. "That's on me. That's entirely on me."

"So, mind explaining everything to me?"

"Yes, yes. Let's get that done. You can see some of the other experiments on the way to your potential department."

"...Department?"

#

There were a great many experiments to take in, and some of them were downright bonkers in terms of the tech that they had available. The one that stood out most for her was the robotic, two-headed snake gynoid that was both fucking and milking another woman. At first, she'd thought that the snake was just some sort of golem robot that was being piloted remotely, but apparently DHA-RHI - the name of the project and the robot itself - had been completely self-animated, self-directed, and quite efficient in what it was doing. Vicki ended up having to be pulled away after seeing the way that it rutted and milked the many tailed white wolf involved in the experiment with its tail and cock.

Of course, that was just the start. There were quite a few others, including one room that consisted entirely of an experiment of portal panties, in which Luciana seemed to take great pleasure in playing with the package of the scientist involved, sucking on it and leaving the vixen-like woman shivering and panting. That ended with the vixen being 'encouraged' to suck her own cock, cumming down her throat as they left the lab.

Unsurprisingly, each new experiment that she got to show off seemed to encourage Luciana to get more and more 'excited,' and considering what she was hiding under her long skirt, it didn't take long for Vicki to clue in to the fact that the other woman was quite the well-endowed pervert. Horse-style, too, if she wasn't mistaken from the bulge in the skirt.

Eventually, they reached a mostly-empty set of labs consisting of four rooms and two wizards in modified lab coats. Vicki took one look at them, then shut the doors on them. Luciana blinked.

"You have a problem with the set-up?" the maned wolf asked.

"I don't work with wizards."

"Why not?"

"They're rubbish."

"All of them? Surely -"

"There's a rule in acting that you may have heard of. 'Never work with animals, children, or crazy people.' Well, the rule in archaeology is 'Never work with conspiracy theorists, religious zealots, or wizards.'"

"Bad experience?"

"Three. Let's not go there."

"Oh, but now I want to."

"You can leer all you like, but you're not getting it out of me that easily."

In truth, Vicki was more than a little on-edge, though not precisely because the entire lab seemed to be completely dedicated to some form of debauchery or another. That didn't bother her; she had gone after fertility idols and the relics of old sex gods and demons in the past, and the kitsune knew that there was a certain sexuality to the world. For that matter, she rather enjoyed it, particularly the risk that came with dealing with the unknown and those that had more power than her. There was a great deal of pleasure to be found in beating them, and a very different, though no less powerful, pleasure to be found in losing. At least, temporarily.

But that all had some sort of rhyme or reason to it. The RIXANA labs were all a mess and muddle to her, and so far, Luciana hadn't done anything even slightly professional to explain what the point behind it was. Vicki crossed her arms under her chest.

"You said you were going to explain. We're in what would be my...department..." She glanced around at the chrome corridors and glass windows, then back at the maned wolf. "So, what is going on? What do you want from someone like me?"

"...Well, I doubt that you'd accept 'eye candy', would you?" Luciana teased.

"I doubt that even someone that bleeds money like you would want someone that pointless."

"You might be surprised." She chuckled ruefully. "But you're right. Over here. We'll talk in here."

Two doors down the hall was a meeting room, complete with a small table that was longer than it was wide, with no windows and just a single counter with the obligatory coffee machine plugged into the wall. Luciana reached up to the wall, opened a paneled cupboard, and pulled down a cup and poured herself some coffee. When offered the same, Vicki declined, sitting down and folding one leg over the other. Luciana sat down on the other side of the table, folding her hands over her lap.

"What I'm going to tell you doesn't leave this room. I'm sure that someone like you can appreciate the value of...discretion," she said.

"Someone like me?"

"Someone that hunts illegal artifacts for others."

"...I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

"Archaeology is always some kind of theft, whether you're doing a good kind or a bad kind, but let's not beat around the bush, Vicki. You haven't always been above-board. You keep your mouth shut, and I'll do the same, okay?"

"...Fair enough," the kitsune said.

It was a bit of an abrupt surprise, she supposed, but it should have been expected. After all, she was more or less the archaeologist that one would go to when they needed something magical, lost, or otherwise quasi-legally retrieved. It was the sort of work that she'd done to fund other businesses, other ventures, and that wasn't even the worst that she had done for such work.

And it was the reason that she was here in the first place, and the reason that she hadn't turned and left when she saw the sheer weirdness of the labs. She did need the job, the sponsorship that work with a company as rich as RIXANA offered, even if it was strange and twisted. The fact that they knew about her, though...

Well, that could throw a wrench in the works.

"So, your silence for ours, to start?" Luciana asked.

"I can agree to that."

"Good. Then, bluntly. RIXANA was founded with my money specifically to address an issue of mine and my sister's, as well as a secondary, more broad purpose."

"And they are..."

"The broad one was simple enough: an easier transition from one gender to another. Ours was...more complicated. We found out, growing up, that neither of us could ever have children. Our nature - both herms, you see? We were infertile, and always would be. Unless we found a way around that."

Vicki slowly nodded. She wasn't as educated on scientific matters as she was on historical ones, but she did know enough to know that even the modern transitional surgeries were not nearly as effective as they could be. One could get a near-perfect set of female genitals, or a fairly decent male sex after surgery, but they'd never have the biological capabilities of those that were born with such a piece of anatomy.

From the looks of things around the labs, she'd seen that there were a great many intersex or trans individuals, starting with the horse in the first lab. Vicki remembered the slippery mare pussy and the hard horse cock, and tapped her lips as Luciana continued.

"We've actually made good strides in that field. We've managed to come up with ways to shift from female to male, creating some rather realistic cocks, and even some...mmm...lovely balls that are so productive. At least, visually."

"But not with any viable sperm?"

"That's the issue, yes. At least, on that side. We're still working on figuring out the mystery of fertility for those going the other way, and how to balance out male and female parts for those that want both."

"...Right...And..." She gestured around her. "The rest of what you have going on is for..."

"..."

"That's just you getting off, isn't it?" Vicki asked.

"That's a rather harsh accusation, Ms. Thibodeux."

"Is it? It seems like you've been busier getting off on showing off everything you have and everything you can do rather than studying it. I mean, outside of the first experiment, there wasn't even a point. You had a wolf getting fucked -"

"Harvested, please -"

"You had a vixen getting portal-pantied so that you could force her to face-fuck herself -"

"She enjoys that, and there's a reason for -"

"And you have everyone going around naked."

"..."

"And you've been teasing your cock the entire way here. Mostly looking at them, sometimes looking at me, but never exactly hiding it."

"..."

"I get it. You have a reason to be conducting the experiments. I'm happy for you, and for that matter, I actually think that it's a great idea. But I seriously doubt that you have any real reason to be running most of the labs that you have going right now. I doubt that there's a vast market for intelligent snake sex-bots, or portal panties that aren't entirely regulated, or half of the other things that you have going right now. Whatever reason you started this whole place, it feels like it's become a giant perverted vanity project."

"That's a little cruel, isn't it?"

"Am I wrong, though?"

The maned wolf opened her mouth, closed it again, then gritted her teeth and looked away. Vicki shook her head. It was pretty much as she thought. Another client that was completely obsessed with her own libido more than the project at hand, and another person that had completely lost sight of the good things that they wanted to do in favor of getting something that they didn't really need. All that wealth, not much common sense.

"Okay...maybe I've not made the best choices, but that doesn't mean that I'm not still interested in finding the answer to my problems," Luciana said. "And you...you can help with that."

"Uh-huh? How?" Vicki asked. "I mean, unless you think that there's some ancient herb I'm holding in my back pocket -"

"Magi-Tech."

Vicki's teeth clicked shut, almost biting her tongue. She coughed, sputtering, shaking her head.

"I'm sorry. I must have misheard; what was that?"

"Magic's not enough to solve the problem," Luciana said. "We've tried it. Anything that comes anywhere close has to be a sort of custom spell, and it either doesn't last very long, comes with problematic side effects, or - best case - doesn't work at all. Magic's too finicky on its own. Maybe it used to work, but whatever else wizards can do, they can't cast it the way that they used to. Not unless they're following the rules precisely.

"But old artifacts...that's something different. At least, that's what some of my staff tell me."

"That entirely depends on the type of artifacts," Vicki said. "Most of them aren't very friendly."

"But they can be made friendly. If we can get our hands on them."

"Heh, not all of them."

"But some. Come on. Even I know that there were gods, goddesses, demons and spirits out there that offered all kinds of transformation, both as gifts and punishment. If we could find things dedicated to them, and then draw that out into a tech that was powered by that magic..."

"You'd be risking blowing up this whole place. Old things like that aren't easy to work with."

"That's why - so I'm told - we'd need your help. Not just to find the artifacts, but to work with them. You know the history and the magic. You know how to handle them so we don't risk blowing this whole place up. And, let's not forget, you can tell us when we're messing with something better left alone."

Vicki knew the feeling of being pinned down and penned in, of being blackmailed to get a project done, and she knew that she was just short of having that happen here. She should have known that they were more interested in the magical side of things than the historical, but she had been too curious, too interested in the potential payoff to listen to her common sense. And now, here she was, who knew how many stories underground and trapped in a room with the owner of the company, who even now was leaning over the table with...

Surprisingly less lewdness than she expected, in all honesty. She expected to have the maned wolf leering at her, smirking, knowing that she was all but cornered, but instead, Luciana seemed almost...aloof. Smug, yes, but almost as if she'd been putting on a bit of an act thus far.

"That is, if you actually do know of anything that would be helpful to us."

"...Pardon?" Vicki asked.

"I said, if you actually do know of anything that would be helpful to us. Like I said, these are all things that I've been told. I don't know if they're right...or if you're as good as they say."

"...Oh. You want an example, do you? Well, then...let me give you an example."

She had had her pride challenged. And really, one didn't just do that to Vicki Thibodeux.

The End

Summary: Luciana Salith, head of the RIXANA labs and many other companies. Vicki Thibodeux, archaeologist and artifact hunter. Put them together, and...?

Tags: F/H, Breeding Post, Mare, Feline, Lab, Many Experiments, Sex, Series, Sponsored, Vicki, Kitsune, Vixen, Maned Wolf, Drugs, Growth, Robot, Various Scenes, Orgasm, Cum, Condom, Voyeurism,