title: Pushing Boundaries aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [0_dragonspet_0] id: [47660308] date: 星期三, 八月 24日 2022, 3:50:48 下午 modified: 星期三, 八月 24日 2022, 5:19:01 下午

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Pushing Boundaries

Author: 0_dragonspet_0 Source: Pushing Boundaries

“Warning: Systems operating outside of safe operating parameters. Repeat: Warning: Systems operating outside safe operating parameters. Please restore safe operati-”

“Shut up.”

Grendal tapped the mute key, disabling the obnoxious looping alarm. Then, he tapped out a few more commands,  cutting off the alarm altogether. Blessed peace soon returned to the sequestered lab as the blinking lights returned to their normal sterile glow. No more klaxons. Whoever had designed the system had clearly never done any important research in their life or they’d never have put such infantile alarms in place.

“Tch. Safe operating parameters my fucking ass.. Who the fuck thought ‘up to 50kg of biomass’ was acceptable fucking outputs/inputs when the whole point is to create viable specimens for mass production.”

His tail slapped the ground in frustration as he fought with the system, the endless amounts of barriers and blockages in the system preventing him from doing what he wanted was truly staggering in its idiotic scope. The overseer of their backwards little rimworld colony had decreed that their slow pace with regards to producing living bioweapons their colony could actually sell was far behind where it should be. And, after making that proclamation, had fed the previous head of research to their colony’s tamed thrumbo.

That had been a rather sudden, but not entirely unwelcome promotion. And while the consequences of failure were rather drastic, he really did not mind. They wouldn’t be applicable anyway, seeing as he didn’t have any intentions of failing to begin with. He’d already had an eye on several viable specimens they could get genetic stock from. One, a sleek charocasel, a carnivorous canine equivalent in the local biosphere, had the aggression and build he wanted. And, he knew they had some black hive genetic stock stored in the cryo vaults too. That’d give it the toughness and resilience he wanted.

The last addition he made would have likely gotten him into a world of trouble if anyone found out. But, he couldn’t resist. Selecting some of the last samples he’d secreted into the genebanks from an archeotech bioweapon that had attacked the colony years ago. It had… certain properties he was quite interested in.

He could already picture the finished creature in his mind’s eye. It would be perfect.

Finally, the last fail-safe gave way, and he set about restructuring the injection doses for their largest electrowomb. The lab began to hum quietly as the massive, transparent plasteel tube began to fill with amniotic fluid, the machinery readying itself to receive life. Then, he activated the genomorpher and began to select the genestocks and dosages he wanted. Much to his delight, not a single fucking alarm blared, not even a pop-up to alert him to the fact that he was committing a capital C crime against nature and would he please stop, kindly.

Instead, the computer merely accepted his inputs, making no judgements whatsoever outside of evaluating the expected biomass required to grow it to maturity, the ageing accelerants that would be needed, how much power, fluctuations in genetic purity and so on. It was a glorious diorama of data, showing a 3d model of the expected end result, bars and columns showing the various associated data feeds that played into it. It was nearly identical to the image he’d held in his head. Though… It was a bit on the small side. Adjusting a slider, he smiled to himself and watched as the expected biomass skyrocketed, the expected mass of the beast slipping from kilograms to tonnes.

Much  better.

He activated the start procedure and leaned back in his chair, catching a brief glimpse of himself reflected in the looming plasteel tube. Ruddy red scales, nubs where his horns had been filed down, average build for a kobold of his age. Not too thin, not too thick. And every inch of his lab coat immaculately pressed, his every feature just so. He was not vain by any means, but there were certain standards to be kept.

Adjusting his glasses back up the ridge of his snout, he nodded, satisfied, then returned his attention to the screen.

“Estimated time to completion: Three days, fourteen hours and ten minutes. Stored biomass within required quantities. Power fluctuations: Minimal. Expected stability of organism: 96.527%. Begin procedure? [ Y/N ]”

He tapped the Y key and stood, stretching for a moment before sauntering off to the canteen to get some food. It would be a while before the machinery was ready to begin injection of genestock. He could probably get away with a nap or two before then. Maybe even go outside for a walk. Or slip into Keidran’s quarters for a quick roll in the hay.

Every so often he stopped back in the lab, checking on the systems as the creature incubated. So far, it had all gone smoothly. Not even a random raid by a nearby enclave of pirate androids had done much to dent the colony’s defences. If anything it had nicely bolstered their stocks of spare parts.

Four days after the procedure began, it ended. A few hours over schedule, but it was a worthwhile delay. It had increased the viability by a whole percent.

Locking the door to the lab, he activated the release sequence. Steam began to hiss as pressure released, a deep bubbling sound filling the room as the systems began to purge the tank of amniotic fluids. Cables withdrew from the shape suspended in the middle of the opaque milky liquid, withdrawing into their sockets. He reached up and undid the first button of his lab coat, watching the emptying tank as he methodically undid button after button. Within moments he’d completely undressed and neatly folded his clothes, leaving them in a tidy bundle atop his desk. Then he strode over to the tank that dominated the central space, shuddering slightly as the cool air played across his naked body.

It was truly a thing of beauty. He stared at it, utterly enraptured with the physical perfection he had wrought. Its body was a sleek and feral thing, long snout filled with sharp rending teeth, paws sporting double sets of claws, one atop the other. The body of the beast was tight with compact muscles, each one on full display beneath the glistening wet not-quite-skin, not-quite-carapace. A series of spiky ridges ran along its back, from head all the way out to the tip of its tail, where they formed a considerable threat to anything struck by it. And, between its legs were a set of genitals that would have made any lesser creature slink away in shame. A thick sheath clung to the underside of its belly, easily the thickness of industrial grade piping. And behind it, swaying gently in the sloshing liquid, was a set of testicles bigger than he was.

He could feel its gaze on him as the liquid inside the tank steadily drained, the levels creeping down it’s chest and past its hips. It felt like a physical thing, as if its mere attention held a weight all of its own. A certain potent threat. Gravitas.

Letting out a shuddering breath, he stepped closer, putting a hand against the plasteel. He knew he was getting worked up, knew in the deep recesses of his mind that he shouldn’t be doing this. That he should keep some semblance of distance, as befitted a scientist of his stature and intellect. But, he was too invested in this. Too enraptured by his creation. It was his hand that had forged this beast, and he was damned if anything would take away the intimacy of this moment from him.

“Hello.”

His voice felt small, almost drowned out by the hum of machinery and the bubbling sounds as the last of the liquid drained out of the tank. Yet, he was unphased.

“I am your creator. Your father. Do you understand me? It was my hand that gave you life. That shaped you, moulded you. Everything you are and will be, I have given you. My child. My wonderful, perfect creation.”

A gust of humid air flowed out from the dais upon which the tank stood, a blanket of mist flowing out across the lab. With a loud whine of hydraulics, the tank began to open, sliding up into the ceiling, unveiling his creation in full. It slipped down to all fours as the tank receded, hitting the metal floor with enough force to dent it.

“Rrrrr…”

Its growl was loud enough to be felt even from where Grendal stood, the sound a physical force that sent tingles through his scaly hide. His cock throbbed instinctively as the beast shifted, turning its full attention towards him. It was such a heady thrill to be in the presence of such physical perfection. Its eyes glared at him, burning with intelligence as the beast took one resonant step, then another.

Slowly, it padded over, every movement economical, its body rippling with muscular movements as it shifted. It was truly staggering. The beast was exceeding every expectation he might’ve had for it. It was like seeing a nightmare given form, stalking out of the deepest jungles to reap a bloody toll in whatever prey it set itself. And it was intently focused on him.

Somehow,  that just made the moment all the more exhilarating. Even its size was past what he had anticipated. Its chest was roughly at his head height, which put it at well over a metre and a half at the shoulders. And that was on all fours.

He couldn’t help but glance between its forelimbs as it stalked closer, the opening to its sheath pointed straight at him, like the maw of some great canon. And those hefty balls swaying behind it…

Already, he felt himself growing stiff, his cock at full attention as the beast bore down on him. Its nostrils flared as its head lowered, the air shifting as it drank deep. Then, a loud snort, the air flowing over and around him as it exhaled. It stood for a moment, considering, eyes locked on him. It was all he could do simply to keep standing and not fall to his hands and knees in worship of such pure perfection.

Then, it moved forwards, the top of its chest and belly brushing against his head as it positioned itself over him.

I-is this some animalistic display of dominance? Is it trying to- o-oh, oh heavens...

His train of thought came crashing to a halt as he found himself snout to sheath with its genital pouch.

Moisture glistened along the edge of it, and he knew for a fact that not all of it was from the amniotic fluid of the tank. There was a hint of pinkish-purple along its inner edge, flesh instead of organic armour.

And that smell…

His head spun as he drank it in. It was so potent, so overpowering. Pure distilled male scent. It had some notes in it he could not place, though he did not for a second doubt that they held some subtly psionic characteristics. He’d been around the gifted mind-casters of the colony for long enough to recognize the effect. But, it still influenced him, make his body ache with longing to feel more. To subjugate himself. Reaching up, he gently caressed the outside of it, heart racing as he felt the sleek, smooth textures of its skin. Tough, yet soft. Somewhere between leather and silk.

Before he could admire it much further, he felt a paw against the back of his head. Without warning, he found himself pushed face first into the musky depths of the sheath, his head slipping inside without issue. Slick substances already coated his snout, the stuff making his scales tingle in ways that had him whimpering and moaning out loud. It was stronger than any narcotic he’d ever touched, and he hadn’t even ingested any. Yet.

J-just skin contact is enough to cause a high in subjects. Substance also s-seems to exhibit some latent psionic properties, resulting in a compulsion in the mind of the subject. F-further test-nngh-testing required.

It was so hard to even think straight, to take notes as he was ingested. He didn’t have any doubt in his mind that that was what was happening. Which meant it was entirely up to it whether or not he would have the chance to commit to further tests. A fact that didn’t trouble him at all.

All around him, a deep growl reverberated as he found himself pushed in deeper, his feet leaving the floor as he was sucked inside. His snout soon pushed up against, then into, the beast’s shaft as it grew to meet him. The potent male scent that had filled the sheath had nothing on this, the effects of its musk almost crushing his mind under its weight. His cock throbbed painfully as he was sucked into it, his body trembling and spasming as he slid deeper. Within moments, he could no longer even feel the carefully controlled climate of his lab. All he could feel was omnipresent heat. A tight tube of flesh gripped him tightly, squeezing him from all sides as it dragged him deeper and deeper. With every inch he travelled he found himself growing increasingly worked up, his body writhing and wriggling entirely of its own accord. His cock was dribbling a constant stream of pre and was ceaselessly rubbing itself against the slick walls, despite him not consciously ordering any of it. To the best of his ability, he kept taking mental notes, trying to remain detached as he registered all the effects the soporific musk was having on him.

After what felt like hours, he felt himself squeezed into a tight chamber, the fleshy walls pressing down  on him from all sides as he slid into it. There was barely enough room for him to curl up in, and he soon found himself packed into a tight ball. Copious fluids began to drip in from all around, flowing down  and around him as it began to fill the chamber. It tingled most pleasantly as it contacted his scales, finding the gaps between them to seep into his flesh. Even his orifices were not spared. His tailhole soon was twitching uncontrollably as more and more of the fluid splashed against it and into it, each little spasm letting a bit more of it seep into him. His cock was cumming uncontrollably, orgasm after orgasm winding its way through him, until he doubted anything was even leaving his body at all. Yet, with each eruption’s passage, some of the fluids would flow back in, running like a river down his length and pooling in his balls.

He recognized it for what it was; the beast’s body inculcating him, saturating him in its fluids. Now the only question was when would digestion begin. For, surely that was its purpose? To render him down into more of its weaponized musk?

Even despite knowing what was likely about to happen, his body didn’t care. A deep sense of euphoria filled him. Each orgasm that wound its way through him let more of that intoxicating heat to bleed into his balls, filling it with heat and pleasure in equal amounts.

The walls around him squeezed him in a steady rhythm of muscular contractions, the relentless motions making sure that he was coated at all times in a copious amount of the fluids that filled the chamber. His head spun and his thoughts had long since grown foggy, even the detached part of his mind starting to show signs of being compromised. More and more of his mental notes had begun to devolve into detailing every inch of flesh kneading his, of the way it felt against his scales, his shaft.

The taste of it as he swallowed up gulp after gulp of the viscous liquid. The way it filled him from the inside out with smouldering heat, the way it made his loins burn in such pleasurable ways.

He barely even registered as he began to squeeze back into the tight tube, the flesh enveloping him as he was forced out of his cramped confinement and into a different one. Ripples of motion played across his body as he slid through the slick flesh, squeezed through it like paste from a tube. Then, light began to grow. He squinted, the brightness at the end of the tunnel hurting his eyes. Gradually, he could see details. Could see the veins streaking though the flesh around him. Could see more and more of the light seeping through the taut flesh. A ring of light slowly crept closer towards him, through which he could see what was most likely the floor of the lab. Metal glinted in the stark light, speckled with drops of the beast’s seminal liquid. He let out a weak squeak as the walls contracted harder and suddenly the light raced to meet him.

With a wet splat he found himself sliding to the floor, his body slick with a sticky substance. A considerable pool of milky liquid had formed around him and fresh jets of the warm stuff still shot against his back as he sat up. A shiver ran down his spine as gush after gush of hot liquid hosed him down, flowing over his head and back, running down his front to pool between his legs. Eventually, it dried to a trickle, then ceased altogether. He staggered to his feet, dripping wet, every nerve in his body singing with the elation he felt. The beast’s head was between its forelegs, those piercing red eyes regarding him as it stood over him. It’s shaft was slowly receding, pulling back into its sheath.

“Nnngh…  A-as far as first introductions go… I shall note that one down as a resounding success I think…”

He turned and wrapped his hands around that thick sheath, pressing his snout against it and drinking deep of the scent, eagerly lapping up any and all of the lingering liquids that still clung to it. It burned all the way down, finer than any ambrosia distillate he’d ever tried.

The beast rumbled and shifted, gently pushing itself against him. When at last he was sated, it moved to sit beside him, its head towering above him as it reclined on its rear haunches. The sight nearly moved  him to abase himself anew, its fat balls and sheath so prominently on display making his loins ache. Yet, he still held enough of that alluring heat lingering within him to resist. At least, for now.

Shuddering, he composed himself and staggered over to the communications panel and keyed in a quick code, summoning two of his assistants to the lab and marking the message with a bright red Urgent! tag.

By the time the two kobolds managed to wake up and get down the two z-levels to the lab, he’d managed  to clean up some, hosing off the worst of the liquid coating him (though a thin film of it still clung to him, no matter how hard he scrubbed) and slipping back into his lab coat. It barely concealed his throbbing erection, but it was enough to make it at least missable. Stubbornly, it refused to recede, his cock pressed gently against the underside of his gut and leaking a steady stream of the milky liquid that had suffused him. Part of him resented it even leaving him to begin with, though he knew it was irrational. He could always get more. And besides, he had a belly full of it, melting down and becoming part of him. That thought sent a thrill of arousal racing through him, his cock sending a splurt of liquid splashing against his belly. It rapidly began to stain the front of his lab coat, much to his annoyance.

The door to the lab hissed open with smooth efficiency and the two assistant kobolds wandered in, both looking bleary-eyed and half asleep.

“You called Grendal?” One murmured.

Gretta, he thought her name was. Which meant the other was Irken.

He favoured them both with his most stern glare and straightened the front of his coat, trying surreptitiously to conceal the growing wet spot.

“Yes, I did. Nearly half-an-hour ago! What were you doing, sleeping?”

Irken blinked twice, staring at him blankly.

“Y-yes sir. We were. It is our off shift.”

He swore quietly. He’d forgotten about that. It was so hard to keep track of the time of day so deep under ground, where the light never left its cool levels.

“Right. Well, fine. Whatever. I need you both to help me conduct some testing. The organism survived the birthing and is proving to be viable.”

Gesturing to the open floor he guided them both around the corner from where the entrance stood and savoured the look of utter amazement as they both laid eyes on the creature for the first time. It would seem its effects had not diminished in the slightest. Both stood utterly transfixed as it raised its head from its resting place upon its paws and turned to regard them.

He moved behind them and began pushing them towards it, the duo simply tottering along as he urged them forwards. Neither offered any resistance, their faces blank. He made careful notes of their reactions as he moved them, trying to avoid missing any details. A thin line of drool ran down Gretta’s chin as she watched the beast with idiot vacancy, her eyes dull and expression vacant. It was truly incredible. Neither was even in scenting range of its musk. So, he could rule out that being its only control mechanism. Its stare was likely also a vector of attack. He wondered if its stare also conveyed some latent psionic energy. Or maybe the stare was simply a side effect of it concentrating on a subject. More testing required. So much more testing. He was nearly tripping over his own tail with excitement as the duo staggered into range of the beast, both simply staring at it with blank expressions.

It raised its head briefly to regard him, the glance sending a thrill racing through his body. He didn’t know if it was simply a result of his own investment in the situation, or whether its gaze held some special effect on his physiology after his submersion in its fluids. It was truly impossible to say. His only test case had been well and truly contaminated.

“Go on,” he said softly, voice trembling with excitement, “I brought them for you. They are yours.”

It leaned in and sniffed the air. Then it stood, rising to its feet in one fluid movement. For a moment, Grendal could swear he heard its sack sloshing audibly. But it was impossible to tell whether or not he had imagined it. He struggled to tear his eyes from the beast’s groin, again finding himself utterly transfixed by the sight. Staggering forwards, he disrobed, throwing the soiled lab coat to the floor as he pressed his snout against the base of the beast’s sheath. Its heavy orbs came to rest on either side of his snout, burying his face in warm beast flesh. It was truly heavenly. He trembled and squeaked as he breathed in deep of its scent, drowning in its radiance. Entirely unconsciously he began to gently lick at its sack, his tongue caressing the smooth flesh, his hands caressing the vast expanse lovingly. It reacted immediately, a growl echoing from the walls and making his heart beat a fraction faster.

Bucking its hips slightly, it pressed down against him, further submerging him in its embrace. He eagerly accepted it, wrapping his arms as wide as they would go around its mighty sack. It bore him to the ground as it sat down, smothering him under its sloshing orbs. Pressing his face deeper into their embrace, he savoured the sounds, the scents. Licking and kissing and worshipping every inch of them, he barely even registered as a wet sucking sound began to fill the air.

It was only as the squirming shape of something suddenly stretched out the sheath resting atop him that he realised what was happening; It was feeding. And letting him be part of the process. He let out an exultant squeak and redoubled his efforts, applying his entire body to the task of worshipping at its altar. A shudder raced through him as something swelled out one of the orbs weighing him down, the faint outlines of one of his assistants clearly visible through the taut flesh. He whimpered softly as he watched the figure shifting and moving, watched the dents and dimples forming and fading as the occupant pushed out and was forced back in by the contractions around it. Moaning quietly he began to push down against the protruding limbs, making sure that whoever it was in there was staying exactly where they belonged.

Moments  later another shape passed above him, squeezing through the beast’s shaft and into its balls, leaving both of its testicles swollen and full.

Grendal was in heaven. With every passing second its scent was growing stronger and its genitals warmer, spilling into him and filling him. He was utterly in love. Kissing every inch of flesh within reach he squirmed and shifted, applied himself to every bit of its body that he could. Already, heavy groaning sounds were spilling out of its sack, its engorged gonads tensing and flexing, squeezing its occupants. He distantly registered that it was surely not in either of them that he had gone when it had ingested him, the thought strangely pleasing if his hypothesis proved to be true. It had chosen him. Had made the conscious decision to keep him. To mark him.

The beast shifted, more of its weight settling atop him as it began to buck its hips, grinding him into the floor as it rubbed itself against him. Heavy gurgles and groans started to fill the air as its orbs started to reduce both occupants down into whatever served as its seed. He could feel them both softening, being churned into slop against him. It was glorious. Transcendent. It was using him to further stimulate its digestion, using him to help break them down.

It lifted off him for a moment, making him whine with raw need as he was separated from it for agonizing seconds. A steady trickle of opaque liquid flowed from the exposed opening of its sheath, and it shifted so that the flow of it began to drench him instead. He eagerly opened wide and began gulping it down, his body reacting immediately. It was as if he was guzzling down the most potent psychotropic he’d ever encountered by the gallon. Heat and pleasure and bliss flooded his system, all warring for supremacy. He’d never known how truly hollow he had been until now, how empty he had been until it filled his vessel. The beast once more laid down, burying him under its sheath and belly, leaving him just enough wiggle-room to press his snout up against its opening. Eagerly, he kissed it, caressed it with his tongue, basking in the way its dripping juices electrified his lips and warmed  his throat. Already, its great orbs had started to soften, the weight atop his legs losing definition and becoming little more than liquid held in check by flesh. Both his assistants were gone and he was likely lapping up what was left of them. The thought only served to arouse him more.

Pressing his hands against the sides of the sheath, he began to rub and stimulate every inch he could reach, his tongue doing the same from inside. Working his snout harder, he managed to slip the tip of it inside, leaving the sheath’s opening snug around his snout, making his every breath that of concentrated beast musk.

Deep growls resonated through the flesh above him as its body reacted to his, the trickle rapidly rising into a flood. Then, with an echoing howl, the flood became a torrent.

Grendal gulped down as much as his body could take and then some. By the time the beast lifted itself off him (its cock still spraying down his form) he was bloated beyond anything he had experienced before.

He couldn’t even rise. His body refused to move. Letting out a contented sigh, he gave up, resolving to trying again once his gut had stopped looking like he’d been the one to eat his assistant. The beast curled up around him protectively, surrounding him with its bulk. In that moment, he felt more love towards it than he had ever felt towards anything else in his life. Reaching out, he gently caressed its armoured snout and closed his eyes, letting the steady ba-bump of its heart lull him into sleep.