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The Research Station - By SwampRat
(c) 1989, 1990 The Brotherhood Of Pan
    1991 The Rashatran Society

The sign said "Experimental Animal-Behavioral Research Station. Keep Out".
Neither George or Mike cared in the slightest about the sign. They were going
to camp out on Maller Mountain, screw the consequences! One jimmied the lock
open, and waited while the other drove their truck in, then re-locked the Gate.
Even thought the mountain was about 25 miles away, it seemed to beckon to them.
They went about 12 miles in, which was as close as they could get by road. Then
they loaded their packs up, and set off. The men were going through a beautiful
meadow when they heard the noise. Branches snapped, and leaves crackled under
some great weight. The forest in front of them grew ominously still. The boys
stood in the middle of the field, almost rooted to the spot. Then the trees
parted, and a Mountain of fur appeared in front of them, growling as it stood.
The boys stood for a moment, then began backing up slowly. That was until a
second snarl from behind them, stopped both men cold. "What the hell do we do
now?!?" Mike gasped. George loosened his pack, and told his friend to do the
same. "When I count to 3, Drop your pack and run for the trees on your left..."
"What about you?" "I am going for those on the right.

If we split-up we might confuse the animals enough to get free... Ready?
1...2...3!" Mike dropped his pack, and sprinted for the line of trees, that lay
a few hundred feet off to the side. He almost made it, when he heard George
scream. Turning around, he saw... Nothing! No bears, no George, Nothing... Mike
cursed, both for being fools, and not going to another place. But George wanted
to spend the weekend on this mountain, and no other would do.. He held onto his
side, which started throbbing, and gasping, trotted into the sparse forest.
Mike leaned against a tree, getting his breath back, when someone grabbed his
shoulder. "George, How the hell did yo..." But, as he turned around, it wasn't
George who had ahold of him. Nine feet of big brownish fur stood looking at
him. He froze, gaping like a fish at the monster. It grinned at him, the paw on
his shoulder sliding up to the back of his head. The other clawed appendage
moved to the hairy groin. Mike's eyes moved downward, and the shock increased,
as he saw the animal's thick, reddish cock gleaming in the sun, held between
two claws.

The paw on his head pulled down, and it wasn't until the human found himself
inches from the dick, that it became clear what the bruin had in mind. He threw
his hands forward, and tried to pull back, but an angry growl, and long claws
digging into his head told him that might not be such a good idea. His survival
instinct yelled 'Stay alive, no matter what!' "But...", he tried. 'BUT
Nothing!! It's just another cock... suck on it, and live.' Despite his efforts,
the bulbous tip was pressed against his now closed mouth. The smell was of
musky, unwashed flesh, and very strong. The bear growled again when Mike
gritted his teeth, not letting the maleness go any farther. A second set of
claws slid under his chin. All the blood drained from Mike's face as his jaw
was levered open by a rough palm, and the huge penis was shoved up, rasping
across his dry tongue. Only when the wedge-shaped cock-tip was pressing against
his tonsils, did the paw stop bending his lower mandible. The man stood, bent
at an awkward angle, thinking about his position. Hell, it was just another
dick, after all, and Mike had sucked on more than a few while he was a young
man. Somewhere inside him, a switch flipped.

Saliva flowed around the cock, hands stopped pushing against, and started
caressing the thick thighs. Kneeling down, he moved his head back, then
forward, swallowing the gigantic cock down to the bare sheath. The animal
groaned, one large paw sliding down the man's shirt, toying with his chest. All
the old habits came back. Breathe on the out stroke, suck and nibble on the in.
Mike's hands clutched the furred buttocks, the middle digit wormed it's way
under the stubby tail. He finger-fucked the bear, while his other hand rubbed
the leathery nut-sack. The animal made many sounds, one paw torturing the man's
hard nipples, while the other roamed it's own furry chest. The testicles in
Mike's hand swelled, then contracted, and he whimpered, as the broad maleness
throbbed, pouring thick cum into his mouth. He swallowed as the fat cock-head
plowed into his throat, spewing more semen. He had forgotten how much he loved
cum. With one gulp he cleared his mouth, and got in a few quick breaths. He
gnawed hungerily on the wet flesh, wanting more. And the bear delivered another
scummy flood with a roar, humping the human randily. All too shortly for Mike,
the semen trickled to a stop, and no more could be coaxed out.

The penis slowly disappeared back into the animal's body. He pulled his finger
out of the bear's anus, and wiped it off on the grass, then stood. The bruin
sat down, panting. Then it leaned forward, and nuzzled Mike's sweaty crotch. To
his amazement, the animal opened his shorts and pulled them down, along with
his underpants. The bear swallowed his 7-inch dick with one gulp, thick lips
pressing into his pubic hairs. He stood a moment, as the snout rocked
side-to-side, cork-screwing around his fleshy pole. Then the mouth slowly moved
back, until the lips collared his cock-tip. A tongue lapped rapidly all over
it, and Mike yelped. Then even that was given up, and the bruin attacked his
balls, sucking and licking on them until they were swelled to bursting. But
instead of taking the seeping dick back into it's mouth, the animal grabbed
it's hind paws, and rolled onto it's back. Mike stared at the creature. "What?"
It waggled it's furred butt at him, flipping it's tail down, and whoofed. The
man smacked his head, and grinned. It had been Way too long... He knelt down
and rubbed his cock-head against the animals black anus. It moaned, toes
curling.

The human grabbed one thick leg, and shoved his dick hard into the orifice,
expecting to have a rough time of it. Instead he sank to the hairs, hind paws
sliding under his arms and pressing against his upper back. Mike had just
gotten comfortable, when shaggy arms appeared on either side of him, and a huge
cock levered his butt-cheeks apart. The other Bear! It nuzzled his neck, and
placed a paw on his shoulder, as his anus stretched to accommodate the monster.
The bruin under him shoved a warm nose into his chest area. Mike lifted his
arms, and paws eagerly removed his shirt. Now two tongues roamed his body. One
teased his nipples, the other made long, smooth strokes across his shoulder
blades, and upper back. The man wasn't sure how long he could take being fucked
like this before he went insane! The one in back humped him with long, smooth
strokes, rotating it's hips on the outstroke, and moving side-to-side on the
way in. Then, when it was compressing his butt with it's furred thighs, it
rubbed it's balls against his, for a good 10 seconds, before pulling back. And
the creature underneath him acted like it's ass was on fire! Rubbing, twisting,
turning...

It was like having sex with two hairy washing machines!! It was no wonder he
didn't hear the horse come clopping up, or the man chuckling. "Hello... I see
you've met BigPaw, and LongNose." Mike flushed, and twisted in the dual grasps.
"I wouldn't try to get away. Once they get their paws on someone, they don't
let go very easily. Especially BigPaw. He's a 'cock-hound'." The man walked
over and squatting, rubbed the animal's head. "Ain't that right?" BigPaw
growled, and shoved his snout up into the man's crotch, lapping at the cloth.
"Is that your truck about a mile down the road?" "Not really. It belongs to a
friend of mine..." Some friend! "Well, I have to be going. When you get done,
just follow the animals on up to the house, and you can pick up your gear." He
walked back to the horse, and ran a gloved hand down it's gigantic dick, making
the animal shudder. "You'll just have to wait until we get back, Button..." He
jumped up, throwing one leg across the broad back. Pressing one hand against
the huge stallion's neck, he turned the animal, and with a snort, they walked
off. Mike now knew how a washer felt. One bear's 'bolt' was pounding into him,
and the other's 'nut' kept screwing itself back-and-forth onto him...

LongNose groaned in his ear, and shoved all eleven inches of bear-cock into
his ass. Warm ejaculate splashed along his intestinal walls, causing his own
dick to spurt into the twitching, clinging orifice that made his eyes cross.
The second orgasm was harder, longer, and made his senses swim.. A growl made
him look down. He could just make out a black nose, as a muzzle that looked
more wolfish then bearish kissed him. If LongNose was under him then who... A
paw the size of a 5-gallon bucket squeezed his butt-cheek, and BigPaw nibbled
on his ear, the slightly thicker cock smoothly buggering him. Bear-cum splashed
across his stomach, and was rubbed in the furred belly under him by the
overexuberant humping of the animal above. As a tongue slipped inside his mouth
tasting like bruin semen, Mike lost all sensation.... He woke-up with a groan.
A dull ache spread across his entire groin region, from knees to waist-line.
Wow! He lay for a moment, trying to sort out what had happened. He remembered
two bears, and screwing his brains out, and movement, and a shower, and...
"Good Morning." Another bruin stood beside him. This one was reddish, and wore
a robe. It seemed to be waiting for something.

The smell of food made his stomach growl. Mike sat up, and found himself
laying on a bed, with a similar robe. The animal removed the cover from a tray,
took a few steps back, and sat down. It was a large breakfast, and he ate
everything, except for the apples. Those he tossed to the bear, who ate them
almost daintily. Now that his hunger was sated, other needs made themselves
known. Like his erection. The robed one got up, wheeled the tray off to one
side, then knelt, and opened his robe. It nuzzled his hard cock, then lapped on
the head. Mike moaned, as the bear slowly swallowed him to the hairs. A door
opened, and the same man he had seen on the horse came in, followed by a large
Buck. The horns had 5 points on each side, and the animal carried his 'crown'
regally. "Feeling better?" Why was it somebody always showed up when he was in
the middle of something? The bear continued to suck quietly on his dick.
"Well, *Unnnh!* I have felt worse... How did I get here? And where is here??"
The deer shoved it's nose under the man's hand, and he stroked it's head. "Here
is Experimental Station #12, and you arrived late yesterday afternoon, via
BigPaw. He came in, with you on his back. He thought he had 'broken' you..."

Mike groaned, as the bruin rolled his cock in it's mouth. "Broken?" The man
laughed. "Yep. We teach the animals that people 'break' easily. That way they
don't get too aggressive. When you get ready to leave, tell MightyMouth, and
he'll show you the way." He and the Buck left, and Mike found out why the
bear's moniker was so appropriate. With one paw gently curled around his
testicles, and the other caressing his thigh, the animal did everything to his
maleness a mouth could. Delicate nibbles made him catch his breath. Long
swirling tongue strokes curled his toes up. Sometimes the bear would hold his
cock between it's teeth, alternately inhaling and exhaling on it, making his
blood run hot-and-cold. Other times it would piston it's snout rapidly on his
penis, corkscrewing around it. It was sheer ecstasy, and exquisite torture.
Mike whimpered, his balls lurching in the confines of 4 claws, that softly
kneaded them. His hips arched, and he fell back, as his cock vibrated with the
power of his orgasm. Teeth dug into his skin, not hard, but enough to pinch
the urethra shut, and the muzzle was drawn upward, stripping the dregs of his
semen out, into the hungry maw.

Mike lay there, unable to do anything but pant. "What I need is a drink..."
Both mouth and animal disappeared for a moment. And the man sighed gratefully.
Then a warm nose rubbed his testicles, and a paw grabbed the front of his robe.
He was lifted, and a glass was handed to him. He drank the contents in three
gulps, and handed it back to MightyMouth. "Now, where are my clothes?" The bear
disappeared into another room, and returned with jeans, socks, and a shirt
folded neatly. On top of the pile was a pair of work boots. Putting them down,
it sat in front of him, and helped him put on the clothes. It lifted his legs,
and put them into the holes of both the underwear, and the pants. Then it
shoved both items up to his knees. The bear stood and lifting him up with one
paw, pulled the clothes up, fastening them, even pulling up the zipper. It did
the same with the shirt, first removing his robe, then lifting his arms, and
pulling it down over his head. Mike laughed, watching the animal, now sitting
at his feet, lift each foot, put a sock on it, and put on his shoes. It even
tied them! "Can I walk now?" MightyMouth whoofed, and watched him carefully, as
he stood. "I want to go out."

The bear opened the door, and led him into a corridor, closing it after them.
He shook his head, as he saw more animals wandering around. At last they came
to an area with a truck, and a man. He was standing, writing on a clip-board.
The bear gave out a growl, and the man looked up. He grinned. "Hello, Guy...
Who's your friend?" It threw Mike for a moment, as he realized the man was
talking to the bear. The animal whoofed, and stuck it's thick muzzle into the
man's crotch. "Hey! You're as bad as BigPaw..." He rubbed the animals ears,
then looked at his watch. "You're late for your next lesson..." The bear jumped
as if it had been stuck with a hot poker. "Section 3A." The man took a tag out
of his pocket, and handed it to the animal. MightyMouth, stood, fastened it to
the collar around his neck, and loped off towards a set of buildings off to the
right. "Hi, I'm John. You must be a guest." Mike shook hands with him. "Yeah,
well sort of. Mike... I was, ummm, brought here... And what's with that bear?
He wouldn't even let me dress myself." John laughed. "BRU17, also known as
'MightyMouth', is being trained to help a handicapped person. Be glad he hasn't
learned how to feed someone yet..."

Mike got the mental picture of an eight foot bear, with a spoon in one red
paw, and some guy's balls in the other... He had to laugh. About that time, the
man who had first met him, came up riding a huge horse. Almost nine feet at the
shoulder, and quite emphatically male, it clomphed towards them. Again, there
was no saddle, no reins. The man sat cross-legged on a back that was wide
enough to park a small car on. John waived towards the figure. "You've met the
resident 'Mad Scientist'?" The man slid off the stallion's back, into the truck
bed. And then out, onto the ground. "Mike, this is Dr. Siris. He owns/runs this
station." "Good day, Young Man." MIke felt a bit awkward, then laughed, as the
animal put it's head on the man's shoulder. "What do you do here?" Siris
whispered in the horse's ear, who snorted. "We raise/train/study animals. All
males at the present time. Are you in need of employment?" Mike was startled as
he was wondering how one got into such a racket. John laughed. "He is always
brusque. It's one of his endearing qualities." "We need men who like animals,
and don't mind having sex with them. The work isn't hard, and the pay is pretty
good." Mike, who was retired, laughed. Then he thought about the bears.

And there were more like those two sex-maniacs? "When do I start?" Siris
smiled. "Now. Take this over to the office and they will take care of you.
Fred, would you show our newest member the way to the Office?" The stallion
nodded and turned. Then making sure the man was following, walked towards
another set of buildings.

                             * * *

It took two weeks for Mike to learn all he needed to know. How to collect data
in animal behavior. What to feed all the different creatures that resided on
the station. But his favorite job was semen collection. Depending on the
animal's preference, he used his hands, or a collection tube to gather the
ejaculate. Of course that was only for the first cumming. After that... They
never did find George, which was OK by Mike. He had gotten tired of pulling
that bastard's fat of the fire. A warm nose shoved itself up under his coat,
and a wet tongue slid across his naked butt. The man laughed. Number 114 wanted
his daily semen collection. All the cock you could want, and getting paid too!
A bull's snout shoved his thighs apart, the long tongue lapping at his balls.
"OK, OK... Hang on a second!" Laughing, Mike went over to the "Milking
Machine", and waited for the animal. He bent down, and pressed the nozzle
against the bovine penis, suction pulling the thick flesh into the metal
cylinder all the way up to the bell-like sheath. Then he leaned back, and
opened his robe. A thick tongue slid across his testicles, then wound around
his cock, drawing it in.

The bull nursed wetly on him, drool running down his balls. Mike grunted,
rubbing the animals jaw. Only four more animal's to go, and his shift ended...
'I wonder if there is any overtime?', He thought, as the bull's rough tongue
rasped along the underside of his penis. The man leaned back, and let the
animal's mouth bring him to orgasm.
 
The End