NT-91
"Class D, Formerly Control Group 37, ID V-453." The cold voice was overly loud, but Chera was used to the sound of it looming over her. "Gestation is at the third trimester, injected NT-91 as of this morning, along with a shot of adrenaline to counteract the tranquilizing effects."
The silver fox kept her ears flat down against her head and did her best not to struggle as impartial hands moved to stroke down her back, spreading open wide so the fingers curved against either side of her stomach and the thumbs pushed forward against the softness of her swollen belly. The large deer didn't even look at her face or ask her to shift when he wanted to examine her. She was nothing more than an experimental animal to them, one of hundreds that were kept in the lab and experimented on. She was only vaguely different in so much as she was a wild-caught predator, not one born and bred in the lab like the rest of her fellows.
Her parents had told her stories when she was younger, old stories of times before the last World War that had been fought between predator and prey. They had spoken longingly of when they had walked freely through the streets, the dominate species that had ruled over the cities and countries without question. The prey animals had been their servants and slaves, each one carefully tagged and allowed the survive in their world as long as they were useful. When they weren't, when they were too old, injured or sickly, it had once been considered acceptable for the predators to take them out of the gene pool entirely. Meat was meat, it was how they had always survived and the healthy and fit were allowed to live mostly unmolested. Until the rebellion, until they had united and declared themselves free and independent.
Chera didn't know what happened in the war, just whispers and rumors of how they had been defeated and taken down. Unlike predators, the prey animals had no use to keep them around and they had become hunted and forced to the edge of civilization. Technology, the comforts of a home, of a life were lost to them as they were being exterminated one by one. Her own clan had been forced into the jungle when they should have been living in the far north. They had lived as refugees, always on the move, always in danger. She had just been entering adulthood when her clan had been hunted down by a group of trackers. Most of her family had been killed when they'd fought back, but they'd allowed her to survive. At first, she had believed that it was mercy for her pregnant state and litter of cubs, but she knew better now. They had no mercy for any of meat-eater, there was no room in their hearts for pity.
The silver fox fought not to snarl as the deer's hands moved and pressed right against her overly swollen stomach, the skin was drawn taut and thinned down over her pregnancy. The thick hoof tipped fingers gripped down against either side of her stomach and gave a firm squeeze, the fingers pushed downwards and then in, wedging and moving something inside of her that made a sickening roll of nausea hit her. She broke off a yelp of protest, her entire body shaking while the scientist seemed to be considering her gravid state. If she struggled, if she snapped or snarled, she'd be shocked. It didn't matter to them if it was dangerous for the babes at this point, they kept absolute control of the few predators they allowed to survive. The moment any of her kind seemed a danger they'd be killed, attempts to speak with others of her kind were only tolerated in public areas. In private she was forced to live in a small cage, barely big enough for her to survive in as her pregnancy had advanced.
The table was cold metal, but it was warming up in reaction to her outstretched nude body. She didn't get to wear clothing, none of them did, she didn't even have a blanket in her cage. There was just one area that was softer than the rest for a sleeping area. Over the last few months she had given up any shame, it was worthless. She only stared at the ceiling and balled her paws up, drawing the restraints tight as the fingers pushed down harder against her stomach. She could feel the cubs being shifted about, something that made her whine out shallowly and jerk backwards against the restraints. Her attempt to move barely got her an inch away, and the mule-deer continued to explore her stomach without a single sign that he was ready to release her.
"Joff, come here, you're better at litter-bearers. I want you to see if you can confirm." The buck moved his hands away and straightened up as he spoke across the room.
"Please.." Chera got the words out with a short whine, trembling while another of the scientists joined the first. "Please let me go.."
"Hush, we will use the muzzle if you cause more problems." The buck admonished, not sounding angry, just annoyed.
"They're always difficult in the last term, Hardwick, you might as well get the muzzle or she's going to keep trying." Joff, a slender jackrabbit appeared beside the table, his ears pricked up high on his head. "You've given her the final dose of the NT-91?"
"Yes, this morning, we don't have an exact conception date so we're going to have to work by best guess on if she's ready or not." Hardwick stepped away from the table with a click of his hooves and Chera tried to hunch down on the table. "We gave her the first dose when she came in, at that point our best guess was she was three months along so we caught her at the tail end of the first trimester."
Joff wasn't as impartial as Hardwick when it came to handling the predators. He didn't just touch her, he stroked her with a caress that ran up towards her upper belly. The padless paws pressed upwards all the way towards the tender swell of her breasts. They had been growing more sensitive lately, and heavier, with milk that should have been used to feed her pups. She let out a keening noise as the paws suddenly wrapped round her breasts and curled right around the base of them to squeeze. Her flesh felt overly warm and swollen, pulling up so tight that she felt as if it couldn't grow any larger. The dark tips of her nipples had started to thicken as well, growing larger and the nerves had started to feel almost unbearably sensitive.
The thick claw tipped fingers pushed forward and dug in against her aching breasts making her cry out, her ears flattened down against her head. The kneading squeeze pulled from the base of her breasts and towards the tip, forcing the milk filled globes to grow tighter as the ducts that led towards her nipples. She arched upwards and curled her lips back from her teeth with a little keen as the force of the hold brought a thick dribble of cream from the tips of her nipples. The droplets spilled down over the edge of the dark nubs while she tried to jerk her legs up from their restraints. It hurt, and was humiliating to feel the kneading grip forcing the milk out so it spilled down her soft pale grey underfur, bringing with it a sweet scent.
"Please!" She yipped out the word desperately, but a hoof nailed hand returned to shove a hard rubber bit into her mouth stifling off her protests.
"Well, she's certainly lactating enough, and her breasts feel fuller." The fingers bit down harder and pushed up to scrape right against one of her nipples. It sent her bucking against the restraints, it wasn't pleasurable, it just hurt.
"Should we go ahead with the last stage? We waited too long with the other one." Hardwick buckled the bit into her muzzle while she tried to use her tongue to shove it away, pushing hard while the rabbit continued to work at her breasts.
"A shame that, they were looking viable too." A claw snagged over the tip of her milk coated nipple, just hard enough that she let out a keening whimper in protest. "We should go ahead with it. I want this littler to be successful. The last thing we need is another failure."
"I'll go prep then, you get her ready here." The buck snorted and crinkled up his padded nose. "And don't get any ideas, Markus was complaining about the last one."
"What?" Joff spread his paws with an innocent smile. "It's nothing their ancestors didn't do to us in the past. Besides, they enjoy it, I think."
"Still, there was some suspicion about last time. I'll prep the NT, you get her ready." Hardwick turned around with a flick of his tail while Chera tried to watch him. She had no idea what they had been treating with, only that it had to do with her pregnancy and something they wanted to do with her cubs.
"Now let's get you good and prepped." The rabbit flicked his finger roughly over her nipple, seemingly just to make her cry out in protest.
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Getting her prepped required Chera to be moved, something that the rabbit did with touches of his paws that made her snarl out in protest. Joff seemed to enjoy the protesting noises that she made every time he gripped her breasts and squeezed against them. His claws bit down against their softness, forcing them back against her body as she lost control of all she had learned. He mocked her, letting his arms relax enough that she almost writhed free before dragging her backwards and from the metal table. He held her nude body back against him, the feel of his clothing the only thing between them as she was hauled across the lab and towards a low set table with a padded black leather bar on it. All the while, intimately feeling that the rabbit was enjoying handling her struggling body.
"I know this must be strange, poor thing." Joff murmured, his voice holding amusement as he forced her down to her knees so that the leather bar suddenly shoved up hard just beneath her swollen belly.
"P'EASH!!" She tried to cry out around the bit while the rabbit pushed down over her, his chest resting along the line of her back.
"I know, I wish I could too." Joff's padless paws moved down to force her own paws apart, snapping them into a pair of restraints set far in front of her so that her body was stretched out. "I'll tell you what, we can always have a little fun afterwards."
Chera snarled back at him, the fur along the back of her neck bristled with rage at what he was suggesting, but he only let out a laugh before his leg pushed up between her own. He forced her knees apart, stretching them awkwardly while he purposefully rubbed his covered pants along the line of her ass. She could feel something hard and covered grinding along her, pushing threateningly against her bare upturned ass. She tried to pull away, but she was only pushed harder onto the bar as Joff moved his hands down to rub along either side of her legs. It was filthy, degrading, and humiliating, and there was nothing she could do about it as her legs were forced into separate restraints on either side of the device.
She could feel herself being exposed and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the feel of the paws rubbing along her inner thighs while the rabbit pulled backwards. She clamped her teeth down hard against the bit, drooling slightly around it as she muffled her snarls of rage. When he slipped from her back, his paw reached up and cupped right against her exposed mound, curling forward and brushing along the soft outer folds as she tried to tuck her tail down to protect herself. The fingers threatened to push into her body, not even caring when she let out muffled pleading cries and threats when she felt the claw tip jabbing right against her opening.
"Damnit, Joff, I told you to prep her." Hardwick's voice was amused as the door swung open. "This is why you're never going to go above assistant."
"I'm weak willed when it comes to the dogs." Joff's hand moved away and he let out a short laugh. "I'll lube her up, you set up the NT. Set the electrical pulses high for her, I think she'll try and fight it."
"Don't they always?" The deer stepped by her briefly, pushing a weighed down cart in front of him and away from her view, not that Chera had a chance to contemplate it.
The rabbit's fingers returned with a wet splorting sound, cold watery lubricant was squirted out against her folds while she balled her paws into fists. She pinned her ears flat down to her head and keened out in protest as she felt the dribble running down between her folds. His finger probed and pushed against her, wedging and forcing the lubricant inwards while she squeezed her eyes shut. What did they want with her pups? What did they want with her? They couldn't knock her up again, her pups weren't close enough to being born yet to be removed via c-section. She could only choke back a sob as Joff's finger wedged into her body, forcing her walls open so that the spill of lubricant pushed its way in deeper. The rabbit's paw gripped the base of her tail and forced it up and out of the way while she struggled to get free.
Through it all, something was being set up behind her, she could hear the buck moving around by the click of his hooves. The thick goopy lubricant was poured over her, smearing against her fur while she tried to push the finger out that was rubbing within her passage. He was doing it both to get her slick and wet and to deliberately get reactions from her. The fingers rubbed and caressed, curling right against her g-spot so that her walls clamped down tightly around the digit as it rubbed in and out, pushing and pulling, dragging through her while she writhed against the bonds. She tried to pull her tail down, but the hold on her tail base kept her exposed to the room until her outer lips were wet and gleaming.
"Are you set with that, Hardwick?" Joff drawled out. "Because if not...."
"You are such a sicko." The deer snorted, "Get her tail up for me, I've got the NT awake, did you use the right lube?"
"Pheromone laced just like you asked." Joff drew his fingers out with a lewd wet noise, patting her exposed folds lightly.
_What the fuck is an NT?! _ Chera twisted about, her teeth bared, and tried to see behind her. The buck was standing there beside the metal box, but now there were clamps attached to either handle with the hum of electricity vibrating on the air.
"Alright, get back, you don't want it recognizing you. Not that it could really do much, but it would be awkward." The buck rested a hand on the lid. "We worked late last week into implanting the genetic material that we needed, so hopefully this one will finally be a success."
Joff stepped back, and as soon as he was out of the immediate way the box lid was flipped open and the front of it dropped down revealing the contents. For a moment, she couldn't make sense of what she was seeing, it just looked like a brilliant red pile of slick looking goo. There was no real definition or shape to it, it just spilled forward while a crackle of electricity ran through it. The flashes caught her eyes as it seemed to grow and pulse, each flash of pale blue energy was followed with a pulse that filled it out and made it slip down along the edges of the cart. She jerked forward, letting out a terrified cry as she watched it quiver and draw itself together, growing heavier and larger by the moment. She didn't know what it was, but it was frightening looking, and the rabbit scampered away when the thing reared up a bit.
It was the buck that put on thick leather gloves and sank his hands into the goo, lifting it up the weight with a grunt while some the red oozed out over the edges. She lunged forward harder, she knew what was coming, it was obvious as he walked forward that he was going to put it on her. She didn't want anything to do with it! She didn't want it near her! Her legs quivered as she tried to get herself forward, feeling the restraints biting against her ankles as she tried to tuck her hips down. The bar dug in against the underside of her pregnant belly, but there was no evading the deer's hands as he lowered the mass to spill down right along her lower legs. An electric charge ran through her as the she felt the slimy stuff clinging along the edges of her calves and slipping higher up, her body bucking roughly as something twisted around her ankles and she cried out around the bit.
It was warm, not hot, just warm, and the moment it touched her it seemed to expand. It spread out over her lower legs in a warm heavy weight that trailed from her calves all the way down to her ankles. She could feel part of it wrapping around her knees, curling like thick heavy tendrils that pinned her in place. It wasn't slimy feeling, it wasn't sticky, it was just warm and smooth, like a barrier of skin between whatever it was made of and the outside world. It grew larger, the electric pulses set her fur up along her back as she tried to use her claws to dig down against the contraption she was latched onto, the restraints creaked slightly at her struggles.
"What'd you program it with? Last time it was goat wasn't it?" Joff's voice was almost bored while Chera felt a thicker tendril rubbing up along her upper thigh, pushing and caressing against her fur.
"They're scrapping it, they want to program it with one of the rodent classes, they're on the fence species wise anyway."
Rat? What the hell did a rat have to do with anything?!
She squeezed her eyes shut and mewled out when she felt something rubbing upwards between her thighs, something thick and heavy that rubbed and rolled along her glistening outer folds. She couldn't get away from it, her attempts to snap her tail down were ignored as the thing just pushed beneath her tail and continued to roll itself against her folds. It rippled and massaged, feeling entirely boneless as it worked against her. She'd never felt anything like it, and she felt like she was going to be sick to her stomach. The tip was heavy feeling as it pushed against her, and suddenly turned slender, curling outwards to rub between her folds and gathered up the wet lubricant that had been smeared all over her vulnerable outer lips.
"SHTOP!" She shrieked out, working around the bit to get the word out while the thinning tip probed forward lightly, fluttering against her recently violated opening.
The weight of the thing oozed higher up along her legs while the tip suddenly pushed forward, wedging and pressing forward so that the tip started to wedge itself into her passage. It was a tentative probe that made her tremble while the thickest portion of the creature curled around her knees and towards her lower thighs. It tightened itself while she jerked her tail down and keened out at the feel of the appendage pushing into her passage. The tip twisted and curled, it rubbed along her and felt along the silken walls as the thickest part pushed up hard against her outer folds. Something hot and sticky spilled out of the tip, smearing through her body while she let out a harsher cry, nearly gagging as she felt it rubbing inwards ever so slowly.
The tip began to spread open inside of her, thickening as the rest of the girth began to increase in size, opening her up wider and wider, so her muscles were clutching down in an attempt to stop it from sinking any further inwards. It rolled and rippled, arched through her passage and suddenly surged forward in a hard swift movement. Her muffled cry barely left her before it plunged forward again, suddenly pushing up against her legs so that the weight of it worked against her. She gasped out, her slender muzzle spread open wide as she tried to suck in a full breath only to have it forced out again as it began to stuff more of the appendage into her body. It was growing rapidly wider while the tip spilled out another sticky splatter of wetness into her passage, only this time the girth forced it back out again.
Her inner walls started to clamp and squeeze around it, attempting to force it out while it rolled through her, rippling and pushing in a slow movement that made her let out a short gasping breath. The tightness around her legs became almost painful as the tip plunged forward and bottomed out right against her sealed cervix. Some of the lubricant spilled out of her, coating around the edges of her outer folds and spilling down onto the creature. It hurt, it ached and made her entire body jerk as it kept growing thicker inside of her. More and more of it's body was being fed into that appendage, widening it and straining the passage into stretching.
The blunt tip spread open tightly around the seal of her cervix, spreading open around the edges and pushing harder against the cervical plug as she balled her fingers tightly up, claws biting into the pad of her palm. The base swelled open wider and wider, forcing itself open to the point that that she was nearly tearing, forming a bulb right around the base. Tears formed in her eyes as it gave another lurch forward and hammered right up against her cervix again, hard enough to nearly displace it and her hips were forced forwad up higher into the air. Her tongue pushed out beneath the bit as she snarled out raggedly and tried to get away, only to have the pull backwards tug along the swollen girth inside of her. The next torturous thrust forward drove itself right up against her cervix again, a rough blow that made her shriek out.
What did they want? Was this just some horrible attempt to make her abort her cubs? If so, why did they even bother keeping her well fed and checked the rate of her pregnancy. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the thing started to drive against her cervix, sharp hard movements that wedged and shoved against the narrow plug that kept her young safe. The harder it pushed, the more she became aware of cramps starting low in her belly, the creature began to push out its tip, making it grow slender as it rubbed circles around the opening. The light jabs pushed right up against the only thing keeping her young safe and her stomach twisted in pain while the tip started to wedge and shove forward. Forcing itself into the tight bottleneck opening.
Her tears rolled down along her cheeks as she struggled frantically, she didn't care if they euthanized her, she didn't care at the risk, she kicked roughly against the restraints. She knew that she was hurting herself struggling against the bonds, but she didn't' care, it was inching and pushing itself into her cervix, plunging towards her womb. Her lips writhed back in a ragged scream as the sudden shove over filled her body and the tip plunged right into her filled womb making her arch her back upwards. Her eyes snapped open wide, flashing the whites as it extended he tip forward and forced ever deeper into her body, twisting and caressing as it speared deep into to plunge into the midst of her growing cubs.
The thickness of the girth flared open inside of her, spreading wider and ballooning out just behind the cervix as she tried desperately to get her hips away. Every instinct screaming for her to protect her young, but she couldn't fight the restraints. She snarled around the bit, her teeth flashing wildly as the tendril continued to expand, the weight around her knees slipping higher as it fed part of itself into her passage to hold her open wide. Her entire lower body was throbbing with pain, burning and aching with the way it kept her stretched open. The creature rippled, a sudden roll that pushed along her passage that ran all the way down towards the tip that had penetrated her womb. Her body locked down around it and she twisted forward, but barely budged the appendage before the tip exploded inside of her.
Hot thick heat erupted into her passage, flooding out of the tip and flowing deep into her womb while she tried to brace herself as best she could. Her hips trembled in place as she felt each bulge being pushed up along the girth and oozing out steadily, flowing around her protectively held young in a fiery rush. The tendril rolled and rippled, as if trying to milk itself inside of her as the thick heavy ropes ran down from the tip and even oozed out around it. It was too hot, it burned inside of her womb as she whined out raggedly, her ears splayed to either side of her head and felt a final lurch plunge it forward, almost feeling it slip down along the outer edge of her full womb.
"Mark the time, we'll check her in 24 hours to see if the offspring are still viable." Hardwick's voice was dismissive while Chera dropped her head down towards the ground, gasping shallowly as the burn just continued to grow worse inside of her.
"I will," Joff's voice was a bit breathy. "Are you going to remove the NT?"
"No, it'll pull out when it's done and you can put it back, it'll be satiated now that the genetic material is gone from it." The buck walked around her as she felt another hot dollop of wetness spill out of the tip. "This will be our last go of it with the NT, it's failed so far, after this we'll be moving onto other trials."
"I don't see why we even made it." Joff followed the buck to the door, ignoring the foxes high pitched whimpers.
"Probably just to spend the budget, but who knows, it could work. Then the preds would be wiped out for good, hybridize them enough and they'll no longer crave meat." Hardwick shrugged as he dipped his head and stepped out of the door. "Just make sure you put it back, don't need it running around."
"Of course.." Joff drawled out and closed the door behind his coworker, leaving Chera trembling on the ground at the rabbits feet. Her body was aching, the cramps rippled along her belly in reaction to the violation. "And while we're waiting.." The rabbit flicked his ears up and bared his buck teeth in a grin. "I think it's time for you and I to have some fun, isn't it?"
The fox whined softly under her breath, cringing downwards as Joff's paw went towards his pants and still she was trapped by the strange oozing creature that had raped her. She didn't even completely understand why, just that her litter was in danger. And all the rabbit cared about was his loins.