Story from source, part 1 of 2: "Research Volunteers Needed!"
That was what the flyer claimed. It seemed simple and straightforward; the local university was doing a study and they needed a few subjects. They must have gotten a pretty good grant if the compensation for participating was this generous!
The marten-hybrid looked over his notes. This was the place! It looked like any other building on campus, though lacking any adorning plate that declared the name of it. He was greeted inside by bubbly receptionist, a bunny girl who eagerly shoved a clipboard and pen into his paws.
"Oh, it's like... uhm... standard procedure, and stuff? I dunno! Waivers and big legal words! Teheheeh!" It was more than ten pages of dense legal-ese requiring a signature at the bottom of each one. The receptionist giggled and twirled her curls in her fingers, saying she had taken part in the study too! She hadn't really read the agreement, but that the research was all really fun. Most participants enjoyed it.
She probably said some other stuff too, but it was hard to focus when she kept bouncing in her chair. It was a wonder how she kept those perky DDs stuffed into a V-cut button-down. Every time she got excited, they looked about ready to pop free of her clothes! The marten gulped, scribbling his name where he was directed, and filed away several of those thoughts for 'later review'.
The lobby was pretty quiet for a university, and he was honestly glad when they called him into the research area. A bespectacled red fox waves him to the back. Despite the lab coat obscuring their figure, every step made that vulpine rump bounce back and forth. Since when were Psychology majors so damn sexy!? Even more surprising was when the fox spun around to meet his gaze. Just like the bunny girl, his irises glistened curiously in the light. His nametag read as 'Adam', and Coonix couldn't help but blush; He thought he'd been speaking with a vixen, not a todd!!
"In any case, you can remove your clothes here." "Wait, what!?" the marten stammers. All of the people he'd met so far had left him sporting at least a half-mast, and now he had to put that on display!? "Oh, it's fine." The fox flashes a winning smile, gesturing to the outline of Coonix's bulge. "We get that a lot. This is, after all, a study into sexuality. Whenever you're ready, feel free to come into the lab."
The foxboy giggles and sashays out of the room. It was a joy to watch that long, lush tail swaying with every step. It takes a minute for the hybrid to get himself under control. What the heck kind of experiment was this!? Oh well. The way he saw it, he was walking away with $300 and plenty to think about later. It seemed like a win-win, as far as he was concerned!
He steps sheepishly into the next room, tail curled around himself to maintain some degree of modesty. The lab was considerably warmer and cozier than he might have expected, with a hodgepodge of wires and strange machinery. Strewn about. A robotic arm that reminded him vaguely of a certain malicious AI whirrs as it descends from the ceiling. "Thank you for participating in our survey! Please watch the -screen- for a bri--f introductory to the study! Here at --- obey-- Univer -SIT-... we are researching the effects -OBEY- liminal communication..."
It was... tricky to watch the video. The marten felt more than a little dizzy, and lowered himself down into a sitting position.The video was kind of boring, and seemed badly edited. Every so often, the audio would cut out, or the video would flash. Something about the images had a strange, undulating patttern to it, and every so often, there was a flash of something that reminded him of images he'd seen on his computer. Certain other types of videos...
His cock was rising now to full mast, though he couldn't quite think of what exactly was getting him amped. Maybe... maybe he ought to -touch it-. Yeah. It seemed kind of needy. Maybe he'd just -zone out- during the boring orientation video... think of... other things. Think of that busty bunny girl. That shapely fox boy...
He gives a happy sigh as his paw -keeps stroking-. It was just so nice to sink into a happy, horny, chill jackoff session. So comfortable. So familiar. The images begin to fade as the pink, spiraling pattern now broadcasting openly from the monitor begins to reflect in his increasingly vacant eyes....
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"Research Volunteers Needed!"
That was what the flyer claimed. It seemed simple and straightforward; the local university was doing a study and they needed a few subjects. They must have gotten a pretty good grant if the compensation for participating was this generous!
The marten-hybrid looked over his notes. This was the place! It looked like any other building on campus, though lacking any adorning plate that declared the name of it. He was greeted inside by bubbly receptionist, a bunny girl who eagerly shoved a clipboard and pen into his paws.
"Oh, it's like... uhm... standard procedure, and stuff? I dunno! Waivers and big legal words! Teheheeh!"
It was more than ten pages of dense legal-ese requiring a signature at the bottom of each one. The receptionist giggled and twirled her curls in her fingers, saying she had taken part in the study too! She hadn't really read the agreement, but that the research was all really fun. Most participants enjoyed it.
She probably said some other stuff too, but it was hard to focus when she kept bouncing in her chair. It was a wonder how she kept those perky DDs stuffed into a V-cut button-down. Every time she got excited, they looked about ready to pop free of her clothes! The marten gulped, scribbling his name where he was directed, and filed away several of those thoughts for 'later review'.
The lobby was pretty quiet for a university, and he was honestly glad when they called him into the research area. A bespectacled red fox waves him to the back. Despite the lab coat obscuring their figure, every step made that vulpine rump bounce back and forth. Since when were Psychology majors so damn sexy!? Even more surprising was when the fox spun around to meet his gaze. Just like the bunny girl, his irises glistened curiously in the light. His nametag read as 'Adam', and Coonix couldn't help but blush; He thought he'd been speaking with a vixen, not a todd!!
"In any case, you can remove your clothes here."
"Wait, what!?" the marten stammers. All of the people he'd met so far had left him sporting at least a half-mast, and now he had to put that on display!?
"Oh, it's fine." The fox flashes a winning smile, gesturing to the outline of Coonix's bulge. "We get that a lot. This is, after all, a study into sexuality. Whenever you're ready, feel free to come into the lab."
The foxboy giggles and sashays out of the room. It was a joy to watch that long, lush tail swaying with every step. It takes a minute for the hybrid to get himself under control. What the heck kind of experiment was this!? Oh well. The way he saw it, he was walking away with $300 and plenty to think about later. It seemed like a win-win, as far as he was concerned!
He steps sheepishly into the next room, tail curled around himself to maintain some degree of modesty. The lab was considerably warmer and cozier than he might have expected, with a hodgepodge of wires and strange machinery. Strewn about. A robotic arm that reminded him vaguely of a certain malicious AI whirrs as it descends from the ceiling.
"Thank you for participating in our survey! Please watch the -screen- for a bri--f introductory to the study! Here at --- obey-- Univer -SIT-... we are researching the effects -OBEY- liminal communication..."
It was... tricky to watch the video. The marten felt more than a little dizzy, and lowered himself down into a sitting position.The video was kind of boring, and seemed badly edited. Every so often, the audio would cut out, or the video would flash. Something about the images had a strange, undulating patttern to it, and every so often, there was a flash of something that reminded him of images he'd seen on his computer. Certain other types of videos...
His cock was rising now to full mast, though he couldn't quite think of what exactly was getting him amped. Maybe... maybe he ought to -touch it-. Yeah. It seemed kind of needy. Maybe he'd just -zone out- during the boring orientation video... think of... other things. Think of that busty bunny girl. That shapely fox boy...
He gives a happy sigh as his paw -keeps stroking-. It was just so nice to sink into a happy, horny, chill jackoff session. So comfortable. So familiar. The images begin to fade as the pink, spiraling pattern now broadcasting openly from the monitor begins to reflect in his increasingly vacant eyes....