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Genetic Modification
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
Elaine has been selected to be the mother of a new
breed. (F/beast, sci-fi, preg)
***
Today was to be the day, all of the tests, the
hypothesis and fights with ethical groups had been
either worked out with scenarios considered, probed and
prodded, or just discarded. Elaine, or just Laney to
her group of friends, was ready. A small thrill of fear
and doubt coursed through her, but she pushed it to one
side and revelled in the luxury of the no expense
spared comfortable room.
"Hi Laney, would you like anything?" The mechanical and
electronically filtered voice of Trisha came from
nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
"Uh…No thanks, I’m fine." Laney lay back on the feather
filled sling cushion and idly traced the Aztec pattern
of the weave with a fingertip. She carelessly tossed
the toga like wrap to one side and un-self
conscientiously exposed her thighs. The fabric was
diaphanous in any case and wouldn’t have hidden much.
"Not long now Hon." Trisha, although she could not be
seen through the two-way mirror shared Laney’s thrill
of anticipation. Why they had chosen today for the
experiments consummation was beyond her. Still, it had
to happen some time, so why not today.
Laney looked around the room; she had studied it many
times before and knew every colour, every texture and
even the slightly antiseptic smell of the cleaner
droids work. For the last three years, she had been
subjected to every test known to modern man and plenty
of others only just invented. Since she had volunteered
for this singular honour, her life had not been her
own. The Corporation owned her lock stock and barrel.
Was it really only three years ago that she had
answered the ad? What had it said? The crux had been
one hundred and fifty thousand US dollars per anum. She
could remember that much and the need she had at the
time. The protection of a huge pharmaceutical company
had also attracted her, it meant that her former
lover's financial legacy was paid off and nobody would
be looking for her to ask why he had turned up in a
storm drain with several too many holes in him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Trisha’s voice again.
"Laney Hon, three twenty two is here. You sure you want
to go through with this babe? It’s not too late to pull
out."
"Aw thanks Trish, me and old three twenty two will be
just fine. Could you turn the lights down a notch or
two please, and some music would be good, just a little
light classical eh?"
The room dimmed appreciably and Barbers Adagio for
strings, coming from the floor speakers replaced
Trisha’s voice. "A bit less with the volume, okay"
Laney shouted although it wasn’t necessary.
A panel slid up on the far wall. Blackness shone from
the oblong hole it revealed. Elaine looked and waited
for her first look at her new lover, the one she had
been waiting for, for the past three years, the one she
had undergone so much testing to meet, the one who with
luck, would produce the first, and who knew, it might
be the first of many.
Nothing happened for a few seconds. Time seemed to
stretch and slowly, her surroundings took on a surreal
appearance. It was like a trip she had experienced
once, when she was at University. That trip had almost
cost her the ultimate and she vowed never to drop acid
or any other narcotic again. Apart from cannabis, she
had stuck to it since. The feeling of unworldliness was
just like the initial hit of the acid, when colours and
shape take on whole new meanings and dimension.
Three twenty two poked his nose around the edge of the
opening. A tan band of fur followed his black nose.
Then, hesitantly, the rest of his black and tan body
left the safety of the dark hole. Elaine was impressed
by the size of the Doberman; he was big even for his
breed. She watched, a little scared by his physical
presence and the fluid grace of muscles under the
shorthaired body. She watched, immobile as he began to
examine his new surroundings. Taking information in by
the olfactory senses that were his primary source of
information.
He toured the extremes of the room, moving in a
counter-clockwise direction, pausing when a trace of
something was revealed. He hadn’t noticed Elaine; she
was hardly breathing and sat transfixed by the sheer
beauty of the animal.
They had suggested artificial insemination a while
back, suggesting that, perhaps she wasn’t up to the
task, but she stuck out for the good old fashion
method, saying, if I am having puppies, then I want to
know the father, intimately. An argument between the
various departments had ensued, but Elaine had finished
the heated discussion by saying that she would pull out
unless she got what she wanted and adding with her
usual tack "Fuck me, it not like I haven’t been reamed
before. I haven’t been fucked for almost three years, I
don’t know about you fuckwits, but I for one could use
a good fucking right now."
Her outburst had brought the house down. She won the
day.
But, now it was D Day and her emotions roiled away in
her mind. Her mouth dried and her tongue felt like it
had grown a fur coat. A nervous tic made her arm and
leg jump. The noise was below her hearing capability,
but three twenty two picked it up quicker than she
could think. His noble head lifted and a pair of amber
eyes locked on hers. Elaine recognised a primal fear
and the feeling that those eyes were searching beyond
her skin and right to her soul.
Neither moved for several seconds. The music changed,
unnoticed, nothing stirred, just the silent mental
communication between two animals of different species.
It was Elaine that broke the spell first by clicking
her tongue against her palette. The dogs head cocked to
one side and an ear lifted slightly. He looked comical
in his way and she expected an eyebrow to lift like
Spock’s.
Three twenty two stepped carefully forward, his nose
questing for any information about this strange turn of
events. He didn’t know that this was to be the
culmination of ten years into an experiment of genetic
manipulation; he couldn’t know that he was expected to
do what came instinctively with a female of his species
when she reached sexual readiness. What he did know was
that she had no odour. If his eyes couldn’t have seen
her and his ears hadn’t told him she was there, she
would not have existed. His nose was the primary
function and it had nothing to say. Three twenty two
would never be able to understand bio washing. The
scientists had made a mistake there, because a dog
needs stimulation through his olfactory senses.
Elaine called to him again and patted the feather
filled throw by her hip. Unsure of the situation, but
driven by a basic need to please, he slowly came to her
and suffered first contact from her hands as they
stroked his head. She still carried only a faint smell,
one he didn’t recognise, but it wasn’t hostile.
Elaine petted the dog; it was obvious to her that he
was a little worried. Ears laid back and hesitancy in
his step told her of his condition. Nevertheless, he
submitted to her strokes and tentatively licked her
hand.
"Can’t keep calling you three twenty two can we, how
does Mutley sound?" The dog looked at her, but didn’t
reply. "Genetics haven’t got that far have they
Mutley?" Mutely cocked his head to one side and gave
her the benefit of another of his comical expressions.
"You sure you ain’t Spock?"
Mutely was beginning to relax now. He checked her out,
but was still confused by the almost total lack of
scent. Her hands felt good on his fur, strong and
commanding, smoothing the hair back and dredging a
distant memory of his mother’s ministrations. She was
warm and the pillow that she lay upon was soft; Mutley
appreciated the feelings that were quite different from
the steel kennel he was used to.
"How the hell am I suppose to start this?" Elaine
shouted, apparently to nobody. Electronically enhanced
voices could be heard and then just a single one in
response.
"Try getting him aroused Laney, you know, touch him up
a little, see what happens."
She carried on stroking Mutley, long smoothing caresses
from the back of his head and down to this chest.
Mutley enjoyed the contact and shifted so that she
could continue without hindrance. Gradually, her
strokes became longer, covering his sides and flanks
and travelling to the hollow where his ribcage stopped.
The fur there is soft and the skin particularly
sensitive.
"Fuck all is happening here, short of squeezing one
off, I don’t think he is interested." Her hand had been
nudging against his cock, but up to now, it had
remained completely hidden in its sheath. More out of
room discussion ensued overheard through the speaker
system.
Why not try something else Laney, say, get him to lick
your pussy or something. Come on girl, try will you."
Elaine pulled the fabric of her toga-come nothing at
all out of the way and began to stroke her cunt. For
some reason, this did nothing for her or the dog.
Disinterestedly, he glanced at her busy fingers,
smelled her hairless cunt and turned away. Slightly
desperate, Elaine probed her lips and separated them
enough to slip a finger into her self. But, neither of
them was really getting too much out of it and she gave
up on the idea.
"Aw fuck this! Can’t you people get me a dog whose
isn’t fucking gay?"
"Trust me Laney, three twenty two is not gay, but
something isn’t right obviously."
"Obviously, feel like a performing monkey here and the
audience is brain dead. Let’s call it a day and do some
thinking eh?" She got up off the throw cushion and
grabbed Mutley’s ears, giving him a playful tug.
Perhaps it was the change of attitude or some other
subtle alteration, but Mutley responded and began to
play right back with her.
They fooled around, mock fighting and playing a sort of
tag game, wrestling and just having fun. Elaine and
Mutley got quite warm in the controlled environment; at
last she exuded an odour of sweat and feminine perfume.
To Mutley’s canine thinking, she started to make sense
and he liked her. She also became quite attractive to
him as someone to play with.
At last, and fairly exhausted, she flopped down on a
couple of the huge cushions, giggling with pure
pleasure. Mutley smelled her and checked her over. Her
armpits had an aroma to them and generally, she had the
same smell, but to a lesser extent. He became aware of
her dampness and nosed at her mound to get an imprint
of her in his mind. The touch of his cold nose was
electric.
Instantaneously, her body responded. Mutley
experimentally licked her lips and accidentally found
her clit. An involuntary moan escaped her mouth and a
hand full of fingers pulled her lips apart so that he
could get a better access to her.
She tasted wonderful and a lubricating juice coated his
tongue. Mutley crouched down and began to lick her in
earnest, enjoying the reaction of her body. She smelled
quite different now, a musky and basic sexual odour
that pinged a chord in his brain.
"Oh Jesus! Don’t stop!" Elaine had swivelled onto her
back and gasped her pleasure. Her hardened nipples were
being treated to the pinching and rubbing her fingers
gave them. Her back arched and her first orgasm in
three years was imminent. Then it rushed through her
body, washing over her in a tsunami of nervous energy
that eventually reached her cunt and soaked Mutley’s
muzzle. It was followed by another equally devastating
orgasm, as Mutley licked harder from the result of the
first and tried to clean up her come with his tongue.
Elaine cried with joy, tears coursed down her cheeks
and a feeling of exhilaration travelled over her. She
needed to rest. Elaine grasped Mutley’s head and pulled
him away from her. She was gratified to see that the
tip of his cock had at last decided to explore the
outside world. Without thought, Elaine gently grasped
his sheath and coaxed out the rest. She began to
carefully jerk him off and was pleased to feel the
hardening effect she was having on the dog. Mutley’s
cock grew in her hand and coated her palm with a
liberal amount of pre-come.
Continuing with the initiative, Elaine spun around and
took him in her mouth. Gently sucking the red and
swollen tip until she had as much as she could take of
him. Then she began to manipulate his cock with her
tongue, caressing the animal in her mouth and letting
his juice spill down her throat. His knot began to grow
and suddenly burst from the protection of his furry
haven. She could almost swallow enough of the dog to
get the knot to nudge her lips. She grasped him behind
his knot and sucked harder. He started to hump her face
and soon she got a mouthful of his seed. The taste was
not to her liking and she spat it out.
"This is it Mutley, time to fuck me and make babies."
Mutley, who was by now in a state of sexual frenzy
didn’t understand her noises, but was ready
nonetheless.
Elaine turned again, knelt on all fours and presented
her rear to him. She smelled delicious now; her musk
inflamed his already charged nerves. He licked her
again, long strokes of his tongue travelling from her
clit to her anus. It took her very little time to be
ready for him and she pushed back onto his tongue and
let him know of her readiness.
Mutley mounted her and started to hump impatiently, but
missed the mark. Several attempts to find her failed
until she grasped his cock and guided him to her cunt.
Once he was positioned, his cock slid into her easily
and he buried it as far as he could before the
automatic reflexes of his hips took over.
She screamed and threw her head back in a primal desire
to engulf the dog in her body. His thrusts drove him
deeper until his knot pushed against her labia. Elaine
timed his movements and waited until she was sure of
her timing, then pushed back hard into the dog and
accepted his knot into her slippery cunt.
Mutley grasped her waist in a vice like grip and rammed
himself into her body. He felt the end of his cock
enter her womb, the extra pressure took him to his peek
and he howled his orgasm and triumph out loud.
Elaine felt him explode inside of her, she could feel
the jets of his white hot seed flood her womb, the
sensation drove her over the edge and she humped him
back, milking his beautiful cock of everything. She
knew they had mated. A fundamental sense told her she
was going to be carrying his progeny and giving birth
to the first genetic species of humanines as the
boffins had called them. But, first, she had to get him
out of her body and that was not going to be too easy.
He was still pumping into her and releasing his come.
She looked down between her breasts and was amazed and
how her tummy had extended. Christ she thought, how
much can this dog come. His knot still felt the size of
a tennis ball and was becoming painful now.
"Jesus fucking wept Laney. That was some show you put
on there. You okay or do you need some help?" Trisha
sounded breathless even through the electronic
enhancement.
"Could do with getting him out of me" Cried Elaine
back. "Did you watch the whole thing?"
"Er, well most of it, ‘fraid I got side tracked."
An orderly came and helped Mutley and Elaine part. Then
took the dog away. Trisha came into the biosphere that
was Elaine’s home and sat down next to the exhausted
woman.
"You okay babe? Look at your guts woman! You must have
a gallon of him in there. You look three month
pregnant. How did it feel?" The questions came so fast
Elaine couldn’t answer them. She just patted Trisha’s
hand and winked.
Several months later, Elaine gave birth to the new
answer to genetically modified organ donors. This had
been the purpose of the experiment and it had been
successful in more than one way. Mutley became a star
stud. Elaine retired from the programme and bred
dogs... real dogs.
End.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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