[b][u][center]Never Let A Trickster Into Your Lab
Sponsored by NerubianKnight
by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








"You know, you didn't have to do a whole anal probing to 'welcome' me to the lab," Raxil said, grumbling to himself as he pulled the offered robe over his shoulders. "I wasn't exactly planning on sneaking anything into your lab, you know."

"Yes. You say that, but."

Tatyana held up a small cylinder, tapped at one end with a USB connection and on the other with a transmitter. The white and black tigress waggled it back and forth as her guest laughed. 

"Ooooooh, that. Would, uh, would you believe me if I said that was a fancy butt-plug?"

"No."

"Heh...heheh..."

Shaking her head, the tigress deposited the cylinder into a collection bucket at her side. The whole thing would be cleansed and sterilized long before she got to looking it over, but it was one more reminder that she wouldn't be able to entirely trust her guest. 

Not that he looked particularly trustworthy to begin with. Raxil was some sort of hybrid - a canine of some sort mixed with a kangaroo, with more of the latter than the former - but more than that, he was colored almost like a jester. He had a white core with blue on one side and red on the other, all mixing together and bleeding through to create something that looked utterly ridiculous. She was half-sure that there were legitimate bells at the ends of his ears, as well, though they had yet to ring. They could, she supposed, be merely an affectation. 

But it didn't matter. He had tried to sneak something into her lab, and for all that she had invited him, that was a serious breach of trust. She pulled the rubber gloves off, tossed them down an incinerator chute, and crossed her arms over her chest - 

"Nice boobs, by the way."

And sighed. The tigress leaned her head back, taking a moment to count to ten. 

It was something of an absurd sight. She'd had Raxil brought to her personal office after he had gone through decontamination and temporary quarantine, hoping to have a small chat with him that would at least somewhat resemble a serious, trustworthy conversation. Her office, situated over a vast open space that looked upon multiple levels of her underground lab, was something of a marvel, and she had hoped to share that grandness with the strange creature before her while they chatted. 

Instead, he'd decided to be a child, and now, she had to treat him like a child. 

"You stay in quarantine for another two days," she said. 

"What?! Hey, I have a life, you know. You can't just -"

"You came, ask for help," Tatyana said, narrowing her eyes at the hybrid. "You get it. But you be child, you treated like child. And child waits."

"Hmmph. Can't take a joke?"

"Not with important science."

"Oh, get a life, already."

The tigress was done. She tapped the metal band on her wrist, and the floor opened up. Two prior-generation security drones - both blocky, made of various modular cubes stacked together and given jet propulsion to get around - floated through the hole and extended their mechanical limbs toward Raxil. He took half a step back before stopping himself. 

"Come on. Do we really gotta do this?"

"Will you behave?"

"Probably not."

"Then yes."

Nodding at the drones, she watched as they snapped steel restraints around the 'cani-roo's' wrists, pulling them over his head and behind his back. One floated behind him, the other in front, and extended a third limb to wrap around the miscreant's neck like a collar. 

"Okay, that's just taking the piss," Raxil muttered. 

"Want respect, act respectful."

"Heh. I'll consider it."

As the security drones led her visitor to a floating platform and from there to a quarantine cell somewhere in the laboratory, Tatyana pressed one hand to her face and muttered in her native Russian. It was exceedingly irritating to deal with guests that thought that they were smarter than she was. Very few were correct, and the ones that were seldom were welcome back a second time. Mostly because they had a way of throwing it in her face and making the gap between their intelligences annoying and grating rather than something that they could both learn from. 

Nevertheless, she had made a promise that she'd look into Raxil's personal make-up - something synthetic, from what he'd said, and the initial tests had borne that out - but in her own time. Not his. 

[i]He'll keep for now,[/i] she thought, looking down at her wristband and pressing a few buttons. [i]What do I have to work on?[/i]

As usual, the list ran on. The entire lab needed her attention. Comm sector needed an update to the transmitter antennae and the linkages between the labs. Construction needed better supplies and designs for the new modular cells that they were putting together to replace the old ones. The AI cores down below were starting to fall apart and would need something new to host the personalities that were half of the reason that anything in the lower sections still worked at all. 

All of that would take time and research, however. She needed something shallow to distract herself, and thankfully, Security had just the thing. 

She tapped the pending project from the Security department, tilting her wrist as it projected a hologram. It was a new security drone, one meant to replace the cuboid ones that were taking the cani-roo away. The cuboids still worked, mostly, but they were falling behind the modern tech curve, and she wanted something that didn't need so much rocket fuel. There was only so much of that the budget could afford, and she was pushing the limits of that as it was. 

Not to mention that she had to test this one personally. She'd had a few too many customers come knocking and demanding that her goods reflect that they were made with full respect for 'human rights.' It had been a convincing argument (much as she'd been ready to deny it) so she was trying to test things on herself more often than just throwing a 'temporary subject' (or, more honestly, a prisoner) at the item in question. 

[i]Looks like I have my distraction.[/i]

Tatyana tapped a few more keys on the band and dismissed the hologram, sending a request for another hard-light platform to take her down from the office. The tigress sighed, rubbing her face. 

"One of those days..."

She brought her hand down, looking at herself in the glass-walled side of her office. Her reflection, though slightly transparent, was still quite clear. Her lab coat ran down to her ankles, covering a white shirt and white slacks. Neither entirely fit; past experiments had led to certain 'growths' in her chest and hips and rump that made it all slightly off, not quite to the point of ripping, but making it look like the clothes didn't entirely belong to her. Her tail flicked back and forth behind her as she fought the urge to do something about that; no time with the lift already coming. 

The soft hum of the hard-light platform filled her ears, and she stepped into the middle of the oval room. The floor opened just enough to let the glowing blue platform through, and she stepped onto it as it was still slowing to a halt. 

"Lab 4052B," she said, as clipped and clear as she could manage. 

The platform beeped in response, the projector in the middle - a little chrome ball barely the size of her fist - reversing course and dropping down at the speed of a skyscraper elevator. Once, that had nearly left her sick. These days, the free-fall was just one more part of the day. 

She crossed her arms behind her back as she descended into the open space under her lab. The first four floors were arranged like a reverse pyramid, with the widest hole in the top and the smallest at the bottom. Each floor was meant for group-tests, usually with various subjects that had been injected with drugs or nanites pushed through various trials. Some were doing well, others were falling down and mutating. She cocked her head to the side at the sight of a raccoon on his side, legs turning more and more liquid as other sec-bots were dispatched. Another older model, the spider-bots, wrapped him up in a netting, then a cocoon, before carrying him away on their tiny brass backs. 

They were good bots. She still needed a better model. 

She passed through the last floor with a hole in it and emerged over the machine shops. The maintenance and repair bays shared space with the construction ones, and half of them were currently active with different projects and repair jobs. The tigress saw at least four of them open-topped with various cuboid sec-bots being put through maintenance, a reminder that this project was more needed than she had been willing to admit. 

The platform carried her to a specific lab, descending into it before pausing a foot off the ground. She took a step off the platform and it disappeared, the projector orb disappearing back toward the upper floors. Tatyana tapped her wristband again and closed the ceiling, initiating the usual security procedures to keep the lab from being opened by something other than herself. Last thing that she needed was a rogue sec-bot with security clearances running wild through the facility. The last time that had happened, she'd ended up with a prisoner revolt and a flooded section of the power plants. 

Shaking her head, she flicked the lights on with a wave of her hand and turned her attention to the project proper. The lights flared bright, the walls, floors, and ceiling turning a clinical white as she walked forward. The single piece of furniture in the room - a sterile steel table - was occupied with the next model, and Tatyana smiled despite herself. 

This one was another of her designs. The cuboids had been a mix of different ideas, and the spider-bots had been hers from when she first started running the lab, but this? This was all hers. 

She ran her fingers along the spherical design, approximately a foot and a half in diameter with ocular sensors placed all around its body. Top, bottom, all points of the compass rose, and eight more spread between the different points. Each 'eye' was slightly recessed, giving it a bit more depth perception and protection, and that was only the start. 

[i]A solid-liquid substance for the shell, capable of forming and reforming as needed. A pulse-projector that reads the elements around it and shifts the 'magnetic' force under it to keep it aloft regardless of where it is. And the defense mechanisms...[/i]

The whole point of the new model was to correct some of the cuboid's biggest flaws. The fact that it was rendered useless the minute that it ran out of rocket fuel was a large one, but it wasn't the only problem. Its method of restraining problematic individuals could lead to an over-exertion of force, and after that, it had to resort to munitions that were...well, not always conducive to life for the subject meant to be restrained. It had almost never happened, but almost never and never was a world of difference. 

This one had other tools. More flexible restraint limbs, for one, as well as the ability to project a hardening resin that would work better as a restraining tool, and something else that might mean that it was never needed at all. 

[i]And all of that has to be tested.[/i]

Away from the rest of the lab, just in case. Away from anyone that might poke their head in and cause problems. Away from anything but the recording cameras that lined every wall of the lab so she could review the experiment later. 

It was time to make an improvement. 

Just as Tatyana pulled her hands back, however, the device beeped. She froze, staring at the drone's shell, sure that she must have been hearing things. There was no way - 

Beep. 

"...No..."

The tigress retreated in two quick steps as the drone lifted off the table. It wobbled as a blue laser burst out of the bottom, scanning the ground before it stabilized. It was already taking in information, correcting itself so that it could float without difficulty, and it was already starting to move with speed as it had been designed. It spun, its ocular sensors taking in the size of the room and its sole occcupant: her. 

Tatyana was impressed. She was also terrified. This was not supposed to be happening. She reached for her wrist - 

"[i]I wouldn't do thaaaaaat.[/i]"

The tigress froze. The voice came from inside the drone. She looked down at her wrist, then at the drone, and put two and two together. 

"Raxil."

"[i]Oh, very good. I thought the vocoder would get rid of any of the tell-tale tones. How'd you know it was me?[/i]"

"If smart enough to bring hacking tool, smart enough to escape sec-bot. Hoped not stupid enough to try."

"[i]Well, I did. And now, I have a little bit of a backdoor into this really, really interesting little project of yours. Tell me, what does this thing do?[/i]"

"No."

"[i]No worries. I can figure it out myself.[/i]"

She would have mocked the very idea, but the fact that he had managed to hack her systems and take control of it from a computer further off in the facility - there was no way that he had wireless access, no way at all - she wasn't going to press her luck. Instead, she looked at the ceiling, debating trying to escape. 

Unlikely. The only way out was with her own wristband, and the drone had her dead to rights. It would be able to react to even a vague gesture toward it before her fingers could make contact with the band. She'd designed it to be quick, which meant that it would be quicker than any of the scrappy creatures 'housed' in the facility. That, in turn, meant that it would be much, much faster than she was. Sitting in an office all day did [i]not[/i] lend time to getting in shape. 

That only left one thing: enduring it. Raxil might be able to control the drone, but that didn't mean that he knew what it could do. So long as he didn't stumble upon that part of its programming -

"[i]Ooooh, let's see what the Restraint program does.[/i]"

[i]Fuck.[/i]

Tatyana tried to dodge, but once more, her own designs bit her in the ass. The drone lunged for her with extending tendrils, black with silver streaks through them, and in less than a second, her arms were pulled over her head and pinned together. She hissed through clenched teeth as she was pulled up on her tiptoes, barely able to support herself as the tendril pulled her higher and higher. The other ran over her face, and she knew what it was doing: scanning her vitals, making sure that she was in a healthy physical state. Keeping up a baseline to make sure that she didn't get pushed too far. 

"[i]Mmmm, looks like this thing can see just about everything. Heart rate, brainwaves - you really put a lot of work into this thing.[/i]"

"What is point?"

"[i]Hmm?[/i]"

"Why do?"

"[i]Oh, all this? Simple, really. Mostly boredom. I mean, I'm sure that we'll get around to the whole examination eventually - you're smart enough that you're going to figure out a way out of there - but I'm just wanting a little fun. And a little payback for the cavity search, let's not forget.[/i]"

"Asshole."

"[i]Hmmm, sometimes - oh ho ho. What is this? Did you give this thing a hypno-spiral or something?[/i]"

"Do not -"

"[i]I'm doing.[/i]"

The tigress's protests stopped dead in their tracks as the drone's entire chassis went from black to shimmering spirals. She knew exactly how the purple, spiraling pattern worked; it was designed to be calculated, centered precisely where she was looking at any given point, and it even reflected outward via clever mirror work on the shell. It was designed to pull the eye to it again, again, again, every time that someone looked away, and it was further designed to make sure that anyone that stared at it for long started to see words coming up and out of the spiral. 

She knew [i]all[/i] that, and she still couldn't look away from the damn thing. 

The light swallowed her vision, leaving her unable to see anything but the spinning, spiraling purple. The tigress's weak tugs at her restraints rapidly faded to nothing, and soon, all she had left was the faint awareness of being held with her arms over her head, her eyes locked on the spinning patterns on the drone, and the encroaching sense of purple in her brain. 

[i]No...[/i]

It was a perfect design, and some part of her was still very proud of it despite everything that it was doing to her. She tried to push against it, but all she could do was keep staring. The spinning motions pulled her attention deeper and deeper into the drone, making it fill her mind with more and more of the purple light, the spiral, everything. The rest of the white room was long gone, replaced with - 

[i]Stare.[/i]

It was starting. The first word, and it was what she was already doing. A weak attempt to look away proved futile. She couldn't - 

[i]Stare. 

Listen.[/i]

No, now she was - she was listening to the words as they came up through the spiral, and each one added to the spell on her mind. Any attempt to shake her head or block it out failed, and she could hear the words almost like they were coming through in a simple, soothing voice. So easy to listen, so easy to keep staring, so - 

[i]Stare. 

Listen. 

Obey.[/i]

Shit, it was...

It was...

...

[i]Stare. 

Listen. 

Obey. 

Stare. 

Listen. 

Obey.[/i]

The power of the spirals had her, and they were slowly dragging her deeper and deeper. She couldn't stop. She had to keep looking at the spirals, hearing their words, and obeying them. There was another voice, distant, so far off that she didn't know what it was or what it meant. All she knew was the spiral, and how it pulled at her mind and held it. The other sound faded away soon enough anyway, and - 

[i]Stare. 

Listen. 

Obey. 

Strip.[/i]

Faint embarrassment faded as her arms were released. Tatyana reached for the buttons of her lab coat, pulling it open, then sliding it off her shoulders. Her fingers twitched, something in the distance trying to stop her, but the urge to obey was too strong. She had to obey. She had to listen to the spiral. 

[i]Stare. 

Listen. 

Obey. 

Strip. 

Arouse.[/i]

Her nipples started getting harder as she pulled at her shirt, undoing each button one by one. There was no elegance to the stripping, just a simple utilitarian movement that was as simple as it had ever been for her. She took off her shirt the way that she always did at the end of the day, slowly and methodically, until all the buttons were undone. She took it off and put it to the side, standing there with her breasts almost falling out of her bra from their sheer size. 

"[i]Holy...so big…[/i]"

Again, that voice, but it was so far away. Tatyana continued to stare straight ahead as she undid her pants, pulling them down. Her shoes followed, and she stepped out of both at the same time, leaving her in just her panties, bra, and socks. 

They were tight. Her clothes felt very, very tight against her chest, sex, ass. She felt warm, overly so, but she couldn't do anything about it except - 

[i]Obey. 

Strip. 

Arouse. 

Listen.[/i]

"[i]You look really good like that. Keep taking it off.[/i]"

The voice was clearer now, coming through more easily. The compliment made her feel good, but some part of her tried to say that she shouldn't. What that part meant, she didn't know, but she had to keep stripping down, exposing herself. 

The tigress undid the snap behind her back, the bra coming loose in a rush. Her breasts, too big for the bra, pushed it out of the way and hung down. DD, pushing bigger, pushing heavier. Probably larger than they had been before, maybe different letters, but her nipples were hard and obvious, pink nubs showing through white fur -

"Mmmm, oh, that's going to look good on the recording later. Heh, enjoying this, aren't you? Lean back, spread your legs a little - wow, look at that stain in your panties."

She was wet. Yes. The command to be aroused had gone all the way down there, too, making her soaked and slippery and all kinds of needy. The black panties clung to her, showing off her camel toe, and at the tip, a little bit of something more. Her clit was already pushing forward and -

And her hands were pulling down her panties, exposing that. Her clit throbbed visibly over her pussy, bigger than it should be, enhanced from previous experiments and suction tubes. A faint hint of red colored her cheeks, but a few seconds of the spiral pulled it right back out of her face. That little voice in the background kept her from slipping all the way into her submission, but it didn't stop her from obeying, nor was it clear enough to make her want to listen to it. 

"[i]What a clit. Wow. You play with that little button a lot, don't you? Heh. And such a juicy little pussy...but so tight...what kind of slut doesn't - oh, I bet I know.[/i]"

The drone's arms reached out for her again, this time lifting her legs up. Another tentacle supported her from behind as she was lifted up, the tentacle-arms wrapping around her ankles and lifting them in the air. As she was moved, the drone shifted with her, keeping the spirals in her eyes. Others pushed out, spreading her cheeks - 

"[i]Mmmph. Fuck, you're a butt-slut, huh?[/i]"

"..."

"[i]You are a fucking butt-slut. Look at that gape. That stretch - you been taking horse-cocks or something?[/i]"

She didn't answer. She hadn't been commanded to answer. All she had to do was keep staring at the spiral as the drone's sensors continued to whirr and spin and zoom in on her holes. It was staring straight into her depths, looking into her asshole, her pussy, her clit, sending the images elsewhere, and all the cameras around her were taking in different angles. 

Her pussy clenched, a bit of her juices squirting across the floor. 

"[i]Heh. Let's get the rest of those off - and hello. What have we here?[/i]" 

Her socks finally came off. In the back of her mind, she knew what had been exposed: a barcode on one heel and a QR code on the sole of the other foot. They'd been tattooed on long ago, and each led to buried files elsewhere on the lab and dark-web databases. Old files, things about her, things - 

"[i]Hehehe, wow. You're a hell of a lot kinkier than I would have thought, Tatyana. Let's dig deeper on that, huh? How about -[/i]"

[i]Obey. 

Listen. 

Arouse.[/i]

"[i]How about you start confessing your kinks while the drone puts that ass of yours through its paces?[/i]"

There was no way for her to refuse. She stared blankly at the hypnotizing spiral, sinking deeper as a thicker piece of semi-solid metal pressed against her hole. It slid in with ease, slowly inflating the deeper it went. Starting at the width of three fingers, it quickly grew to the thickness of a fist, and it pumped in, out, in, out without compassion, care, or hesitation. 

And yet, she still throbbed, and clenched, and dripped. 

[i]Obey.[/i]

"I am a slut," Tatyana said, her voice breathier than she expected as she hung from the tendrils, her hole squelching as the tentacle went deep, and her English - formerly stilted - came through clearly, something in the hypnosis changing her speech. "I was used, conditioned, programmed by scientists to be a slut for those that knew the key-words. My vagina has been half-numbed, my clit encouraged to grow, my sex drive has increased so that I will be tempted to be slutty instead of intelligent."

"[i]Wow, this little kitty's got a lot of baggage. And a lot of trunk for that junk.[/i]"

"I enjoy anal far more than vaginal; I will cum from anal ten times before I will cum from a cock in my vagina. I like to be stared at; my body is meant to be stared at, enjoyed, ogled, and I struggle to cover up for more than a few hours at a time. The barcodes on my feet could have been erased at any time, but I like the risk of someone finding out that they're there and exposing my past to the world. I like to tied to machines, fucked by tendrils, wires, pistons, and more, until I cannot think and my body is wrecked."

The words kept falling from her lips, and more and more of her fetishes were drawn from her with each passing second. The fake 'engine oil' that she would use as lube, staining her fur black for hours afterward from the chemicals used in it. The urge to be caught by the prisoners, put to use as a 'morale booster' for the lab. The strange kink of her feet being kept bare, exposed, used to mark her as someone that shouldn't be at the top of the lab but rather at the bottom. The desire to have her clit sucked by a machine, forced to grow, humiliating herself with the urges that grew all the time after being programmed with them all those years ago - 

They kept coming, kept sliding from her lips as the spiral kept sucking them out of her head and into existence, and through it all, the drone kept pumping its tentacle in and out of her ass. The faint burning friction feeling had already faded, replaced with a growing pleasure that left her pussy dripping and her toes curling. Despite her breathy confessions, she was still talking evenly, her eyes half-lidded as she stared straight ahead. 

Faster. Harder. The tentacle pumped her deeper, and she could feel it going so far inside that it made her stomach bulge from the sudden penetration. She didn't react; she just kept staring straight ahead, her eyes fixed on the drone, the confessions still coming - 

"I like my pussy being slapped, beaten, denied. I have used materials to fashion temporary chastity belts, denying myself the chance to pretend I am a normal woman and must instead be a slut. I have considered allowing security footage of my exploits to be 'leaked' online for clients to see what I have become in my off-time."

"[i]Holy shit, you're just begging for someone to come in and use you, aren't you?[/i]"

"I enjoy e-stim, and have used it to both tease myself and torture myself. I deliberately let the security drones see me as a threat so that they will chase me, bind me, and punish me. I have watched the lab subjects get experimented on and I have wished that I was in their place. I -"

Bzzzzzzzzzt. 

Tatyana yelped as the drone dropped her, the device losing power all at once. She hit the floor hard, the only thing keeping her from being utterly impaled on a semi-solid tentacle the fact that it had completely disintegrated as the drone powered down. It was one of several safeguards that she'd put into something so sexual, and it had come in handy, because there was one massive problem that the prototype still had: an absolutely horrific battery life. 

And it had been the only thing to keep her safe from further humiliation, use, and abuse. The naked tigress stared at the camera on the far wall for a moment, then slowly pushed herself to her feet. Her legs trembled from the hard anal fuck that she'd been getting, and her pussy was as wet as it could be from the sudden stop to all the extra stimulation that she had been getting. The weight of her breasts against her chest, the heft of her ass as she stood up straight, the way that she was so completely, utterly exposed to the cameras was enough to bring full red to her face, but at the same time, she knew that she wasn't the one that was in trouble anymore. 

"Raxil."

"[i]So, uh, I was thinking. Now that we've, uh, both had a bit of a situation. Maybe we can just call it even.[/i]"

"Even."

"[i]Yeah, you know, uh, just - just let it stop there. I mean, it's not like we went that far, really, right?[/i]"

"Hmmph. You, searched once, efficiently, quickly. Me, hypnotized, humiliated, [i]fucked.[/i]"

"[i]Well, when you put it that way, anything sounds bad.[/i]"

"Raxil."

Tatyana tapped her wristband. Two seconds later, a hologram popped up from it, displaying a map of the facility within half a mile of her. A little red dot started to glow among the blue. 

"[i]Hey, wait, how did you -[/i]"

"My lab."

She tapped another button.

"My rules."

"[i]...Why did the door just lock behind me?[/i]"

“Is time for you to run,” Tatyana said, tapping a few more buttons. “Will be entertaining. Setting max security drones, targeting you. Full deviance package.”

“[i]H-hey, wait, you - you don’t have to go that far. We can - we can make this work, right? Just - uh, we can move on to the exam. I bet there’s plenty you can learn from me.[/i]”

“Yes. When subdued. Run, little creature. Run.”

Tatyana forced a log-out at Raxil’s distant terminal, then opened the roof of the lab. It was going to be a humiliating trip up to her office in her current state of undress, but the kinks she’d confessed to weren’t a lie. She [i]did[/i] enjoy all those things…in the right circumstances. 

Raxil just had the bad luck to have forced it at a time where she had to push back. Hard. No point in letting him think that she would just allow this whenever. 










[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Tatyana allows a visitor to her lab, wanting to study the semi-synthetic being. Unfortunately, he becomes more trouble than expected. 

Tags: F/solo, F/machine, Tentacles, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Exposure, Anal, Confession, Nudity, Arousal, Tatyana, Tigress, Tiger, Caniroo, Hybrid, Hacking, Fucked,