Thread: Pink XIV & Red XIII {darkest_fate&My Angel is Broken}

Nanaki winced in reaction to the sudden yank of his mane. It wasn't in pain but more a surprise. Maybe she was going to try and fight? He wouldn't blame her. Maybe he should have. Maybe you would have if it wasn't for them meddling with your sense. It was all he could do to suspend the sudden invasion of guilt. Then it was dismissed abruptly as he practically popped his knot into the clothed human female, with her assistance. Biology rewarded him for the 'success' with a rush of animalistic pride and duty was resumed, stripping him away from conscious awareness. He did catch her eyes though, tried to relay his own confusion, reluctance and empathy. However a beast could manage mid-mating process with a different species clamped around his knotted, dripping cock as he emptied his essence inside of her, anyway. That moment came and went, but not without becoming a sharp note in whatever else might be encountered in these horrible, sadistic labs. The end, at least, was approaching and while specimen XIII was no longer immune to whisper of compassion, he still wasn't strong enough to stop, not now so he gave himself over to the reality of his-- of their -- coerced bonding and it took him. She took him. He watched her with his one good eye, move and breathe and sweat, and he panted before looking away giving a final buck of his hips into her as his manhood began to pulse, flexing out load upon loan of thick wolf cum, an obscene amount drawn out from what one might imagine a deep subconscious desire to impregnate, to give some hope to the life of a dying species. In that moment of transcendent flooding, he could almost romanticize the act. He grunted through a growl at the back of his throat, something of satisfaction maybe, though it was hard to tell. It just kept gushing out and overflowing. It was a mess. He felt a mess and as the last of it twitched out he'd began to feel shameful, dazed and empty. Sleepy even... Though he was still stuck rather firmly inside of his partner. -- Sir, the sedatives have been amped up in response to the expulsion of Red XIII's sperm into Pink XIV. It should begin having an effect soon enough so we can separate the two without too much difficulty. For this, they'd relax both subjects muscles and apply a generous amount of lubricant to glide him more easily back out of her. Well, I guess that's a wrap on our little show. One assistant complained. In their own research aftermath, one or two might have felt the same sobering effects of coming down from the adrenaline of their little project for they began hastily carrying about their business, some refusing eye contact with others or ahem -ing their way to some kind of professionalism. Hojo already seemed lost in his own world of the aftermath, thinking to mind stages past this. There would be no pregnancy, he was sure. But he could manipulate them into the mating which was an essential part of going forward and getting the support to do so. Neither were going to kill each other, at least. Their resistance may very well be heightened moving forward, the element of surprise and non-existent tolerance to the drugs now diminished. With enough... convincing , however, they may give up fighting back all together. Hojo had plans to consider. Take your time with them. They're not going anywhere. Hojo prioritized their clean-up and assistance last on some sick insistence they get to know each other better . So he left them stuck together for a while as the drugs would lull them to some state of unconsciousness. The raped locked with her assaulter, influenced or not. Nanaki attached to her along with all the shame that seeped into him.