Secondment
By Musuko

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 21st January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

Musuko and I were looking over some reports late this evening, usual stuff, nothing in there that particularly caught our attention. He was barely awake, and I was close to following him into sleep. I had coffee and he had tea, but we weren’t drinking them. I don’t think he was really listening, and I was just going through the motions. Truth be told, though, I was a little annoyed. It had been a long day, and we had to get these sorted, and he wasn’t making a tedious job any easier.
	So, I started reading out silly made up comments to see if he’d notice.
	‘Test subject then complained of being made of paper.’
	‘Insertion of phallus resulted in the spontaneous creation of a micro-universe populated by plastic dolphins.’
	‘Agent Spanglebum said that Musuko licks cheese off of railway lines.’
	At no point did he respond. So I got a little...saucy.
	‘Test subject named Fernando lay the naughty doe across his lap and spanked her pert little bottom until she was sorry.’
	Musuko’s ear twitched, and I nearly jumped out of my fur. I rustled the papers together and cleared my throat, trying not to look at him whilst really carefully looking at him. Was he awake? Yes? No? I couldn’t be sure.
	I was sure when I got home a few hours later, though. An email waiting for me, from Musuko. He didn’t waste words.
	Naughty doe to be in my office at 9am sharp.

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 22nd January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

This morning’s meeting was...interesting. Oh who am I kidding. It was the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I’ve been an overflowing pot of bubbles the whole day!
	Okay, so...details Linda. Let’s see...
	He looked really stern at first. I had my worried face on. Musuko never really cares much for decorum around the office, but every now and then he can latch onto some random thing and make a big deal out of it. It is never really something to worry too much over, and I think he mostly does it to express some dominance (which I’m all for), but I’ve got to pretend I’m worried for it all the work.
He steepled his fingers, villain-style, and looked at me long and hard.
“It seems, Linda,” he said, “that you’ve been distracted as of late.”
I made my best excuses. I went for the innocent approach, trying to win him with sweetness. It was all a game, after all. He wasn’t buying it. He waved his paw dismissively.
“Save your breath. I’ve already made my decision. I can’t run my business when my personal assistant is a sexually-frustrated doe in heat. Beginning today, you are no-longer my PA.”
What.
He didn’t let me worry too long, though. He smiled over his fingers. “Starting tomorrow, you will be working on secondment as a testing executive in lab twenty-six. Consider it a working holiday. You’ll have two weeks and an unrestricted pass to...”
He didn’t finish his sentence, because I had dived across the table and power hugged him. Testing executive! Me!
Wow oh wow!
	He let me off for the rest of the day. To go home and prepare. He wrote me out a letter that he instructed me to hand to the head of lab twenty-six in the morning. I’ll copy out the important bit. The git put it in plain writing for all to see! I blushed all over when I read it.

Please instate Linda DeSoto as temporary unrestricted testing agent TC008964 and afford her all the privileges this position entails.

She has been a horny little thing of late. I suspect she has been entertaining fantasies of a kinky nature. This goes against her normal behavior, which until recently I could only describe as “angelic” (with only mild tendencies towards sexual mischief). As I now find myself with a potential pervert on my staff (shock horror!) I feel that action must be taken to remedy this.

And by remedy, I of course mean “corrupt her utterly”. Please comply with this request. You have two weeks to turn this innocent (hah!) little deer into a full-blown leather and lace sexual deviant.

I tried not to think too much about it. Truth be told...I was scared. Sure, I was getting more interested in what goes on at the company, and there was that incident with that Tez girl in the tickle jacket. I may have...well...enjoyed myself a little too overtly. But other than that, I didn’t think I was really slipping over to the dark side! Well, maybe just a little. But you have to at a place like CKC. Nobody goes there and goes home pure and innocent.
	But the kinkiest thing I own is a pair of fluffy handcuffs! And maybe a few things to experiment with in the bedroom with Barnas. And sure, there’s sex. Lots of sex. But all very vanilla.
	Well...vanilla-ish. I suppose it’s not truly vanilla when you have just as much sex with other men (and women) as you do with your husband. But he does exactly the same thing!
	I showed him the letter when he got home (not a security breach; he’s cleared security for disclosure). He just smiled and raised his eyebrow. 
	“Well, looks like I’m not the only one who’s noticed, dear.” Or possibly “deer”. A wordplay he relied on no end.
	He spent the rest of the evening teasing me about it. God I love him when he gets hold of something that makes me feel tiny. No joke. My husband is a meek little slip of a man. Not so much a ram, but a lamb. But sometimes he’ll get like he was tonight and he’ll snap the reins of our marriage out of my fingers and really make me feel it.
	I love those moments, not for what they are...but because they come along so rarely. A special treat. And, importantly, because they only happen for me. Nobody else ever gets a dominant Barnas. They only get to enjoy hearing him bleat whilst face down and tail up and getting a mighty pounding in his rear.
	Ahem.
	On a completely unrelated note, .there is one thing that I only do for Barnas and nobody else.
	When he’s in the right mood.
	A dominant mood.
	Like tonight.
He’s been looking at me in that way. I’ve been feeling goosebumps. I know it’s going to happen. You wouldn’t think by looking at him, the girlish little guy that he is, but that soft and fluffy little husband of mine is packing some heavy ammunition downstairs.
A note to my future self: sorry for how sore your butt’s going to be in the morning!

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 23rd January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

Ow. <3

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 23rd January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

Today I met my new temporary co-workers in lab twenty-six. I wore the dainty button-down white blouse with the waist belt, and the black suit skirt that Musuko hates but I feel makes me look very smart. I wore my reading glasses unnecessarily, and toyed with putting my hair back into a bun, but I decided in the end that was taking the prim and proper secretary look a little too far. I agonised over shoes, but went for heels in the end. Or rather, Barnas did. He’s far better at dressing me than I am.
	I seemed to get the reaction I was hoping for. I was going to be the acting boss for this lab for the next two weeks, so I wanted to act like it. I held myself up straight and strode with a purposeful manner. Everyone snapped to attention, a room full of professionally perverted geniuses, pouring polite respect towards my and my authoritative air.
	Inside, unseen, I was squealing like a terrified little girl!
	I shook paws with the head testing agent, a lithe and excitable little lizard who couldn’t have been older than twenty. Nice to have you on the team. My name is Michael, call me Mikey. This is Mary. This is Brad. And on and on. I lost track of the names. They all seemed so young! A lady doesn’t reveal her age, of course, but amongst this lot I was starting to feel like a school headmistress.
	Mikey led me on a rapid tour around the lab, steering me towards the various potential products they were working on, steering me away from some of the more volatile ones, and finishing up with a glance into the suite of testing cells. There wasn’t much to see, just a door-lined corridor. Mikey didn’t give me a chance to look properly, because he had already hurried me away towards a bench overloaded with various technical apparatus I couldn’t even begin to identify. He gestured grandly towards it all.
	I looked. He watched me, probing my reactions. I looked closer. Wires, boxes studded with lights and switches, bits of scaffolding holding tubes and cables.
	“Uh...very impressive,” I said.
	He deflated. “Don’t you see it?”
	“See what?”
	“You read the report, right?”
	“No?”
	“Oh. Oh! Right, sorry! It’s still confidential.” He slapped his forehead, then grinned. He had a lot of very sharp-looking teeth, and his yellow eyes were impressively intimidating. Or they would have been, were he not so impishly youthful. He leant in towards the technological chaos and beckoned me to do the same.
	“This is it.” He pointed, just a few inches from his nose.
	There, suspended in thin air above a circular metal plate, floated...a pill. Half red, half white. An ordinary pill.
	I gave up. “What is it?”
	He whispered reverently. “This...will make CKC rich.”
	“CKC is already rich.”
	“Richer.”
	I waited.
	“Well?”
	“Oh, right. This...” he paused, as if for a dramatic drum roll, “is the sensory augmentation pill.”
	I raised my eyebrow. He deflated again.
	“It contains nanomachines that are programmed to selectively locate and attach to specific nerves in the body and enhance their function in whatever way we choose! It’s a revolution in sexual accessories! We can turn the hardest of souls into an oversensitive screamer, or the most delicate of flowers into a ten-hour robust fucker! Lose your gag reflex! Last all night! Orgasm from the caress of a feather! Anything you want! In one pill!”
	“Are you being serious?”
	“Completely serious.”
	I looked at the pill again. Just a little pill.
	“This pill does all that?” I looked at him, eyes narrow. “Isn’t it a bit early to be pulling pranks on the new boss?”
	He held his paws up. “I swear it’s true! You can try it if you like.”
	I stood up straight and smoothed down my blouse. “On a test subject, you mean?”
	He nodded quickly. “Of course, of course.” Could lizards blush? I didn’t actually know. If they did, I think he was right then. I think I was going to have to keep an eye on him.
	Before he completely collapsed into an inescapable pit of embarrassment, I smiled and put my paw on his shoulder. “Bring the pill and show me the test subjects. You can give me a demonstration.”
	He perked right up. He practically snapped off a salute. He reverently transferred the pill into a little metal box and walked with me to the testing suite. Behind us, the lab went back to work, poking and prodding various things that wobbled and beeped and squelched.
	“How many test subjects do you have in at the moment?”
	Mikey looked awkward. “One.”
	“One? Only one?” I looked down the long corridor of doors. “How can you have only one?”
	“We, uh...wore out our previous batch.”
	“I...see.”
	Mikey stopped in front of a door. Like a monk transferring some sacred text, he held the box out to me.
	“You’re not going to do the testing?” I asked.
	He shook his head. “Musuko was very clear; you’re to do as much of the testing as possible.”
	I looked at the door. Big and steel and imposing. A test subject awaited inside. I felt myself heating up, and unlike Mikey my blushes were definitely visible. I gripped the little box. Was I really going to do this?
	“What do I do?”
	“Just give him the pill. Then...you test its effects.”
	“How?”
	“Any way you like. Use your imagination!”
	I was definitely heating up!
	“What...um...what effects will I be looking for?”
	Mikey grinned, really wide. Lots of teeth. “General heightened sensitivity.”
	Oh heavens...
	Mikey made himself scarce. I was left alone in front of that door. For the longest time I struggled with myself, trying to convince myself to open it, or trying to think up the right excuses to allow myself to chicken out with my dignity intact. Eventually, and I don’t really know how, I built up the courage needed to touch the button.
	The door slid open. A light slowly grew in the darkness beyond, illuminating a small cell, walls and floor padded, a light panel spanning the ceiling. And in the centre of this small space, nearly filling it, lay the test subject, face down.
	My breath caught. It was a kangaroo. Just like the one Musuko kept in the nursery next to his office. But...not exactly like him. Taller, slightly larger built.
	But beyond that, I couldn’t say. I couldn’t see his body. The warm embrace of a straitjacket had him. For a brief moment I worried that it was a putty jacket. But no, he wasn’t squirming. Memories of Tez writhing in ticklish agony came back. She would still be suffering at that very moment...at this very moment!
	No, this jacket was white, this jacket was normal. But very thick, and very heavy. From neck to waist, this joey had no freedom. The jacket held him. Snug. Comfortable. But very, very restricting.
	That wasn’t to say that the rest of his body enjoyed freedom. His ankles were buckled together and pulled up behind him, connected to a strap at the back of the straitjacket. I could see very little of his head, masked behind a sturdy-looking leather muzzle and a soft fabric blindfold.
	Like Tez had been, he was naked from the waist down. That...was a nice tush. Not skinny, not muscled. Soft. Biteable. And his thick tail lined with smooth, silky fur, and that lovely colour, like he was made of delicious butterscotch. His whole body was the same, in fact, bar his toes and eartips, which were black. I felt a powerful synesthesiac taste of creme brulee.
	Resting just above were his paws, their heels pushed into the flesh of his rear. He had big toes, thick and long. Biteable again! I clenched my eyes shut and steadied myself. I wasn’t here to ogle the test subject!
	Resolving myself to ignore the bare skin and fur, I opened my eyes and looked immediately at the roo’s head. He had lifted it, probably hearing me or the door, and his blind face was up and attentive, listening. I stepped into the cell, wobbling on the padding. I nearly fell.
	“Fuck,” I whispered. His ears twitched.
	I took my shoes off. Stupid things. The floor’s fabric felt nice against my bare soles, and it was almost a shame to have to kneel down to get at his head. Behind me, the door slid shut, and the atmosphere in the small cell closed in, small and quiet and private.
	His headfur was damp. I smelled sweat. Fresh and fragrant. And another scent. I steeled myself again. Male musk. A horny boy in his prime, bound and frustrated. I fumbled with the strap and, eventually, pulled away the muzzle.
	He opened his mouth immediately. Big mistake! He yelped and started to wriggle.
	“Stay still. It’s just cramp. Keep your mouth closed until the pain goes, then try opening it again, but slowly this time.”
	He closed his mouth and rubbed his cheek against the floor, a whimper bubbling in his throat. Poor thing.
	“Been wearing that muzzle long?”
	He nodded. He opened his mouth, much more slowly this time, and a faint breeze of a voice reached my ears. “Thank you.”
	My paw almost reached his head before I caught myself. I was going to pat his head like a pet. He wasn’t a pet. He was a test subject. Mustn’t forget that.
	I fiddled with the pill box. Now, how was I going to test this?
	My eyes wandered to his rear again.
	Bite his butt, measure his reaction, feed him the pill, bite it again, compare the two responses?
	Scratch my fingers across the soles of his paws, feed him the pill, repeat?
	Roll him over...suck his cock?
	I clenched my eyes shut again. Why, brain, why? Why go straight to suck? Stroke, tickle, touch, anything...why suck?
	Because you want to do it, don’t you Linda? You want to make this cute little roo boy gasp and shiver and leak those tasty fluids right onto your tongue...
	I hate my brain sometimes.
	The touch of my paw against his ankle made him flinch. With the blindfold on, he couldn’t anticipate my actions.
	“We’re going to perform a test,” I said. “Have you done any testing so far?”
	He shook his head.
	“You can speak, you know.”
	“T-they told me not to.”
	“I’m not them, though, am I? What’s your name?”
	“Caroo,” he whispered.
	“Pleased to meet you, Caroo. I’m Linda. I will be working with you for the next two weeks. We’re going to learn a lot together. Is there anything you would like to ask before we begin?” Ah, there we go, my professional manner had returned. I knew it was still there, somewhere, under the hormones.
	“I...where am I? I was at a job interview...and then...I thought I was meant to be taste-testing chocolates. Why am I tied up?”
	I pushed against his knee, rolling him onto his back. “You are going to be testing, but not chocolates. You really should have read your contract...”
	Cock.
	Big.
	Not big big. Not a stallion by any measure. But that made it seem all the bigger, weirdly. On a stallion, I’d expect a huge cock, and wouldn’t feel any surprise upon seeing it. But on this boy, that nice thick and flesh cock stood out, in more ways than one. He was almost as big as Barnas.
	And his balls...they were covered in soft black fur, and each the size of a kiwi fruit. I was glad he couldn’t see my face. I was staring.
	“You’re hard,” I blurted out before thinking.
	He made a muffled little squeaking noise into his closed mouth, almost as if he were still muzzled, and tried to roll over onto his front. I pushed back against his knee and kept him on his back, knees bent, his waist thrust upwards, propped up on his feet beneath, everything on show.
	“Like being tied up, Caroo, is that it?”
	He didn’t answer.
	“I thought so.” I cleared my throat. “I want you to give me a running commentary of everything you’re feeling as we perform this test. Understand?”
	“Yes ma’am,” he said.
	He called me ma’am. Not bitch. Not ‘you evil fucker, get me out of this, I want my lawyer’. Ma’am.
	“Try to stay calm. This won’t hurt.”
	Instantly, and exactly to my expectations, he tensed up. His lower lip disappeared under his front upper teeth, dimpling it in a nervous nibble. I kept my paw gripping on his knee, and with the words ‘fuck it’ rolling around in my head and pushing away the thick fluff of my burning embarrassment, I dived my head down towards that eager cock and poured it all the way into my muzzle in one sweep, my lips closing around his base and the full heat and wetness of my mouth hitting his entire shaft at once.
	Oh yeah, I’m good at this when I want to be.
	For a moment or two, it didn’t seem like he was going to react at all. But then came a sound I could only describe as adorable; a long, faltering exhalation peppered with fractured, stuttering, broken fragments of a surprised squeal.
	I slowly slurped my lips up off his cock and slid them off his tip with a wet kissing noise. His pink cock flesh now glistened with my saliva, and I know it would be tingling as it cooled.
	“T-that felt really good,” he breathed. He shifted his body slightly, arching upwards, his wet cock bobbing. “Please do it again?”
	“Tell me more about what it felt like.”
	“It was...hot and wet. It m-made my co...my pe...my penis feel...throbby. I wanted you to go down again when you went up. P-please do it again!”
	A spike of panic. “How old are you, Caroo?”
	“Twenty-two.”
	Thank fuck for that. That left another possible explanation for his naive-sounding answers, then. “Are you a virgin, Caroo?”
	A long pause. “Yes.”
	“Was that the first time a girl sucked your cock?”
	He wriggled. I couldn’t tell if it was towards me or away from me. Perhaps both. “Y-yes ma’am.”
	I almost felt bad about doing it, but I was here to test after all; I opened the box and took out the pill. “Open your mouth.” He did as instructed, and I dropped the pill onto his tongue. It fell into his throat, and he gagged and coughed.
	“Sorry! Swallow it. Don’t spit it out.”
	He coughed again, but then closed his mouth. I heard the tell-tale gulping noise.
	“Show me,” I said.
	He hesitated. But then realisation dawned, and he opened his mouth wide. Empty.
	“Good boy. Now just relax.”
	How long would it take? A minute? Ten? Mikey didn’t say. I should have asked. I waited five minutes. That seemed about right.
	I put my paw back on his knee to steady myself. But the moment my fingers made contact, he spasmed and rolled away from me, landing on his side, giggling loudly.
	“What? What is it?” I pulled my paw away.
	“T-tickles!”
	“What? Seriously?” I touched a fingertip to his knee again. He flinched, and another peal of high-pitched giggling rang in my ears.
	Wow.
	“Roll onto your back, Caroo.”
	“Please don’t tickle me again!”
	“Caroo,” I said, a warning tone in my voice. I was treating him like a little kid, and it was working. He rolled onto his back. The movement brought out a fresh bout of giggling, muffled by his clenched shut mouth.
	With my paw well clear of him this time, I got into position...and down I went.
	My mouth barely grazed over the head of his cock. My lips must have touched him more gently than a feather could, and my breath was only the barest wisp of air against his skin. But his whole body tensed up like rock, and he threw his head back and cried out in a pure wail of bliss, and his hips pumped upwards, and his cock bumped up against my tongue, and a hot blast of cum splashed against my throat.
	Instinct took over. I pressed down and closed my lips around his head, bucking my head to keep position with his orgasmic thrusts. Another pump, and another, cum hitting my throat and making me gulp it down. I closed my eyes, rode out the experience. God I love the male orgasm.
	I gingerly peeled my lips off him and lifted my mouth away. Cum-infused saliva dribbled down his shaft, and he shivered and giggled through panting breathing. I sat back on my heels and looked at him.
	Well...there was no need for a commentary that time, and he was in no fit state to give one. He was a quivering heap of post-orgasm sensitivity, rendered even more sensitive by whatever magic that pill had spun. He would be useless for a while.
	I ran my tongue around my mouth. I could taste cum on my breath. I gathered up my shoes and the little box and, being as quiet as I could, opened up the cell and let myself out, making sure the door closed up snug behind me.
	I made my way to the nearest cafeteria, ignoring the looks of the staff in the lab. I definitely needed a coffee.

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 24th January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

I spent last night reviewing the preliminary testing results the lab had produced for the pill. They had followed the normal process, taking the technology through each stage and meticulously adjusting the design as they went. Things were still in the early stages, with lots of tweaking still left to do. The shotgun strength of Caroo’s pleasure yesterday was a clear indicator.
	A thought occurred to me, and I flicked through the pages. Yes, I was right. The pill could be ‘programmed’ to affect any specific area that you wished, but from the looks of the results so far they had only been testing the general whole-body effects. Aha, I thought.
	I dressed a little more ambitiously today. Tight-fitting miniskirt and a blouse cut only slightly too low at the chest. I balanced the look with some ankle-length kitten heeled boots. I was going for saucy, but not too overt.
I arranged a meeting with Mikey this morning. I had a plan for testing all written out, and I think he was impressed.
	“It’s nice to get a fresh perspective on how we do things,” he had said.
	He made a few changes, nothing major, mostly for procedural reasons. He went off to make preparations, and a few hours later we were ready to begin.
	Caroo awaited me in his cell, just as I had outlined in my plan. He was completely naked, laid spread on his back, his wrists and ankles locked into CKC remote cuffs, held magnetically immobile above four metal rings screwed into hidden sockets in the padded floor, one near each of the four corners of the room.
	His lovely creamy fur looked clean and fluffy, and he smelled strongly of pure soap.
	“Comfortable?”
	He nodded, a timid freeze locking his face into a stare. I stepped into the cell, walking a lot more confidently on the springy floor today. I crouched down between his outstretched legs, and he lifted his head to keep watching me. I could see him start to worry.
	There it was; the warm scent of male musk, lurking just below the soapy smell. You could never kill it entirely.
	“We will be testing the pill again today. Do you want to ask me any questions before we begin?”
	He shook his head, very quickly. His cock was already slightly aroused. Now, it distinctly twitched upwards. Oh poor boy, if only you knew what today’s test was.
	I set down my clipboard and the little pill box. Doing so had me leaning over him. He flexed his arms a little. He had quite a bit of freedom to wriggle. He wasn’t pulled taut. Nice and comfortable. I opened up the box and gently lifted the pill between my pinched finger and thumb.
	“Open wide,” I said, leaning right over him. I balanced on one paw, resting on the floor beneath his armpit. I lowered my body over his, into the warm air of his body heat, my chest threatening to brush against his bare fur, my body so close to sliding down against his. I filled his view with my face, my smiling face, my wicked nurse face. I held the pill above his waiting lips. They trembled and parted, and I smiled into his nervous stare as I popped it onto his tongue and waited for him to swallow.
	I felt something warm brush my inner thigh. I moved myself a fraction of an inch to break the contact.
	“Good boy,” I whispered. “We’re ready to begin.”
	The cheeky boy pushed his hips up. The warmth brushed my fur again, with a wet feeling this time.
	“Sorry, Caroo. That’s not happening today. This test is different.”
	His hips dropped back. “W-what is the test?”
	His voice caught. I had moved my paw to hover over his chest, my fingers splayed and hooked into a claw shape. He stared at them, and watched as I inched them sideways to hover over his ribs, just below his armpit. He shook his head and started to squirm.
	“No! No tickles! Don’t tickle me, please!”
	I felt bad for him. He really was a cute boy. But...down went my paw.
	My fingertips touched against a couple of the hairs of his fur, nudging them with no more force than the breath of an insect. He normally should not have even felt it.
	He threw his body up with strength that surprised me. I jumped back and escaped his range. My docile little creme brulee joey had become a thrashing hurricane of laughter. He rolled his head from side to side and kicked his feet against the grip of the cuffs. I could see the muscles define in his arms as he fought to pull them down to protect his sides. As the fight faded away, he quietened to quick, shallow gasps, and fixed his wetted eyes on me, vulnerable and betrayed.
	I reached across to his other side, and he started to wriggle and shriek in anticipation. I couldn’t repeat the precise touch this time, but I didn’t need to. I raked my fingertips across his fur.
	He tensed his body, breath held, eyes clenched shut. But a moment passed and he relaxed, opening his eyes.
	“W-what? Nothing happened,” he gasped.
	I fetched up the clipboard and clicked my pen, narrating for his benefit as I wrote. “Sensitivity increase programmed at sixty percent above normal, localised over the right serratus anterior. First localisation test indicates asymmetrical targeting capability of the technology operating correctly.”
	“What does that mea-”
	“Additional testing to confirm capability required.” I dropped the pen and clipboard and leaned over him, my paw in a claw.
	“Nooo!”

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 25th January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

I spent the morning with Mikey, discussing some ridiculously tedious testing minutiae. My thoughts had leapt ahead, and were already scratching at the cell door, craving to be inside with the roo. After a hurried lunch, I caught up with my mental self and once more met with my creamy little toy boy.
	“How are you today?” I asked of the tautly-stretched kangaroo boy hanging by his wrists from the wall.
	“Mmmph!”
	“Glad to hear it!” I tried not to giggle. It was difficult to be cruel to those big eyes. Well, not too difficult. I patted his cheek.
	“The gag isn’t too uncomfortable is it?”
	He shook his head. But, of course, I already knew it was comfortable. The gag was still a prototype, but was close to reaching the market; an absurdly large rubber ball gag lined with microscopic hairs that painlessly prick the skin at a cellular level and deliver sophisticated drugs that dull the gag reflex and mute physical discomfort in the mouth and jaw.
	I stroked my fingers along his bicep. His fur was a delightful soft fuzz. His muscles were tense, but his face showed no distress from the strain his body must be under hanging there. The mild anesthetic injected into his arm an hour ago was responsible for that.
	“Did you swallow the pill given to you with your breakfast?”
	He nodded.
	“Good boy.” He looked away, and his dangling legs fidgeted and bumped against the padded wall. “Today, we will be testing the pill’s ability to counteract numbing interference.”
	He made a quizzical noise.
	“It means you’re getting tickled again.”
	“Mmmph!”
	I walked up to him and stood with our noses almost touching, my head tilted back and my feet on their toes for me to match his height. His protesting wriggles settled down and his eyes fell into mine. I gave his cheek a comforting pat.
	“Ready?”
	He seemed to think about it for a while, then clenched his eyes shut and nodded, a keening whine leaking past the gag.
	I placed the flat of my palms on his pecs, and he flinched, but calmed quickly. As expected, just a nervous response. I cupped my paws so that just my fingertips sunk into his fur. I twitched them in a small scritch. He flinched again, but nothing further. Not ticklish, then. The anesthetic was working.
	I wasn’t disappointed...as the pill wasn’t targeting his chest.
	I worked my paws downwards, rhythmically opening and closing my fingers to track ten scratchy trails down his chest. He quivered only slightly under the treatment, and I took a small half-step back to avoid being poked by his swelling hardon. Tsk, naughty boy, getting ideas like that.
	My fingers reached an invisible border, a precise horizontal line across his tummy. His reaction was instant. The muffled scream filled the room. His body spasmed hard against the wall, and his abs clenched until I could see them defined under the layer of soft snuggleability and fur he carried.
	Then pain crunched through my gut, and I crumpled to the floor. Falling, I saw his raised leg, his bent knee, falling back from the impact, and above it his horrified eyes. My ears rang with urgent yelling turned to nonsense by the gag.
	I rolled onto my side, clutching my stomach and wheezing. I pressed my face down into the padded floor to muffle a torrent of blue language. Slowly, very slowly, the sickening pain ebbed away, and I rolled onto my back.
	Caroo was staring at me, his eyes brimmed with tears, and he was chewing hard on the gag. I pulled myself back onto my feet. Strands of dislodged hair flopped into my eyes. I placed my paw on his chest. He didn’t flinch, but he tried to lean his head towards me, still struggling to speak. I pressed my paw harder into his chest, and his eyes swung from concern to fear.
	But then the giggle burst out, and my stern act cracked and fell away.
	“I should make sure I get you properly restrained before I tickle you! You’ve got quite a kick!”
	And oh how brightly red those lovely big ears of his went.

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 27th January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

It’s Sunday. The London wing of CKC doesn’t actively test on weekends. Across the facility the corridors and labs were quiet, with only security staff out in force. A few motivated sorts kept the lights on in some labs, cracking code, impact-testing synthetic rubber, that sort of thing. Quiet moans drifted from the leisure facilities. No noise came from the long-term testing cells, though the noise inside their sound-proofing was no doubt far louder.
	And there was I, good little Linda, letting myself into lab twenty-six, with no good reason to be there aside from the dreams that wracked my sleep the night before.
	My creme brulee roo boy had got into my head, and got stuck.
	The lab was quiet. Thankfully. I didn’t want Mikey and company seeing me like this. I slipped into the testing suite and headed for that cell.
	The light rose on him, curled up against one wall of the cell, wearing a snug padded straitjacket and not a thread of anything else besides. He didn’t wake for the light, but as the cell door thudded closed behind me he lifted his head and opened his eyes. He registered my presence, blinked his sleep-dusted eyes, then shot bolt upright staring at me.
	I smiled. I was the one blushing now. “Guess you like it, huh?”
	“Wow,” he breathed.
	The outfit was thought up by Barnas. He was, of course, fully supportive of my intentions today, which didn’t stop some playful teasing, of course. “My little doe’s turning into a Mistress before my eyes!” And on and on all night.
	Knee-length black leather boots that took an age to lace up and creak with every tiny movement, a tight short-skirted military-style uniform dress made of glossy black latex, shiny leather gloves and a peaked cap a little too big for my head. I really wasn’t sure about the outfit, but I trusted Barnas. And looking down at my roo’s fixed stare and rapidly-swelling cock, I knew my trust had been well-placed.
	No cliched dominatrix outfit is complete without a riding crop, and I tapped mine against the roo’s bare thigh. He yelped adorably.
	“I’ve been thinking about you, little roo.”
	“Oh?” the word came as a strangled squeak.
	“I’ve been thinking about what you’ll do when your contract is over. I suppose you’ll go back to your normal life?” I traced the tip of the crop down between his legs, nudging it against the edge of his balls. He tilted his head back against the wall and splayed his toes.
	“I h-hadn’t really thought about it. I guess so.”
	“That would be a shame, don’t you think?” I stroked the crop up the side of his proudly-throbbing cock. I knew full well he hadn’t felt orgasm since that first day with me. The staff would have reported any stains in the cell. My crop dipped in sticky precum at the tip of his cock. “Wouldn’t you rather stay here?”
	He chewed his lip, eyes closing, breath huffing through his nose. I flicked the crop ever so gently, bobbing his cock. “Ah! M-maybe!”
	“Or there’s always a third option.”
	“W-what is it?”
	“My husband and I have been thinking about adopting a pet.”
	“Pet?” He took his eyes off the crop and looked up at me. “M-me?”
	“If you’re good enough. Maybe.”
	I surprised him by dropping to my knees. The boots creaked. I knelt straddling his hips, that leaky cock brushing the taut front of my skirt. I wasn’t wearing underwear. It would be so easy to just...
	“Good how?” He seemed to shrink back into the wall, his ears blushing stronger than I’d seen yet. I couldn’t do it, certainly not yet. This sweet little bag of nerves deserved to keep his virginity intact. He deserved to be in this timid, needy state for a long time yet.
	I closed my gloved fingers around his shaft and squeezed. He turned into a gasping puddle of lust, and I could tell by his writhing that only the straitjacket kept his paws away from his arousal. Funnily, I couldn’t make myself imagine he would pounce me instead. He just seemed far too innocent.
	“By doing everything I say. Can you do that, Caroo?”
	“Yes ma’am.”
	I stroked my other paw down his shoulder. “What would you like to do right now if you had that jacket off.”
	He didn’t pause to think. “Paw off.”
	“And if you couldn’t do that?”
	His eyes wandered, anywhere but on me. “Hug you? Kiss you maybe? I don’t know...”
	I chuckled. Adorable. “You can stay in the jacket then. But whatever you do,” I squeezed his cock tighter, milking my paw upwards for one pump, “don’t cum.”
	I stepped out of the cell an hour later, my gloves slick with precum, my wrists aching, my fur tousled and damp with sweat, my nose swimming in the giddy scent of male lust, and my face plastered with a smile that wouldn’t die.
	As the door closed behind me I heard him moaning, as his poor cock drooled and his balls ached. He had been a good boy.

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 29th January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

Monday morning: stripes test. Mikey sucked his teeth when I suggested this one. But he said he’d give it a try, and sure enough he came through. The pill would create alternating stripes  high and low sensitivity an inch wide banding horizontally across the roo’s body, from the tips of his ears to the claws on his toes. I got him to set the levels at zero and two-hundred percent; he would feel double and nothing at all.
And the best way to test this? Well...the musky roo needed a bath!
He looked adorably scared strapped naked to the floor of the custom-built shallow plastic basin, built like a shower trough with higher walls, allowing his body to be immersed up to his muzzle, but no further. Hoses threaded through from the hall outside his cell provided hot and cold water fed a combination tap bolted to the basin beside his feet, and a third hose, when its attached valve was opened, could suction away any unwanted water. Mikey had done well to set everything up at short notice. I owed him a smooch.
I knelt beside the roo and gave his cheek an affectionate stroke.
“Ready?”
“Yes ma’am.”
I popped the pill into his obediently-opened mouth. He swallowed, and I watched for the effect. I counted seven seconds before his eyes fixed into the distance and his lips parted for a breathy gasp.
“How does it feel?”
His voice sounded slurred. “Weird,” he whispered. “Cold!” He shifted slightly, then yelped and lay still. “Really cold!” He made an odd chewing motion with his mouth. “My lips feel funny.”
“Funny how?”
“Like I’ve gone to the dentist. All numb.”
I touched a fingertip to the centre of his chest. No reaction. I ever so slowly dragged it downwards, denting a furrow into his lovely fur. A quarter of an inch later he spasmed and thudded his head against the basin. His face screwed up tight and he hissed.
“Did that hurt?”
“Yes! No. I mean, you didn’t hurt. That tickled. But my head. Ow.”
I reached to stroke his head, but thought better of it. That could likely make things worse. I fought against my sympathy; we had testing to do.
I gave both tap handles a half turn and felt the water pouring out. Luke warm, slightly on the cold side. I tweaked the mixture to warm it slightly, then lay myself alongside the basin, my head propped up on my elbow, watching my roo boy as the puddle of warm water started to spread around his heels.
His expression interested me. It started off startled, but as the water filmed the entire floor of the basin and started to climb up his sides, he closed his eyes and gently exhaled a smooth murmur.
“How does it feel?”
“Really nice,” he purred.
“I’m going to need a little more than that, Caroo.”
“It’s...warm. Really warm.”
“Hot?”
“No. Warm. But...more. A really really strong warm. It’s hard to describe.”
“But nice though.”
“Yeah.”
I made a note on my clipboard. “What about the stripes?”
“They make me feel like...like I’m all sliced up. Like I’m divided up into strips. It’s really weird.”
“But still nice, yes?”
He nodded. The water started to lap at his tummy, closing in over the top of him. As the level rose up over his sheath he began to croon, and I couldn’t resist: I reached in and tickled my clawtip against the tip of his swelling cock.
Nothing. No response.
	He was watching me, and the implication was clearly recognised in his face. I grinned, and turned off the taps, leaving him immersed up to his chest in the warm water, his cock growing into a bare island above the surface.
	“Poor thing,” I whispered.
	He whined.
	I flicked the top off a bottle of shampoo and upended it above him. Naturally, I aimed it directly over his cock. He moaned wonderfully as the slick, thick liquid dribbled down his shaft.
	“Bet it would feel nice to cum right now.”
	“Uhuh!”
	I dropped the half-empty bottle beside me and pulled up my sleeves. He watched me, and I watched him, as I closed both my paws around his cock and lathered them up, my paws smoothly gliding up and down a cock that, from his reactions, I judged only had feeling in a band around the base. Poor thing was staring and whimpering, watching my glistening fingers sliding up and down a needy, throbbing cock that hadn’t cum for days on end...and now couldn’t feel a damn thing.
	“There we go,” I said, lifting my paws away from the nice big pool of silky bubbles I had created. “Time to get you clean.”
	I brandished a scrubbing brush. That brought him right out of his lusty stupor.
	“Oh no...no, please don’t! Please please please don’t! Noooo!”
	I relished his splashing struggles as I lowered the brush towards him.
	“Let’s get those stinky paws of yours clean first!”
	“Nooo!”
	It was worth the ruined silk blouse. It was worth being drenched by splashes of soapy water. It was worth the pain and ringing in my ears. He shrieked louder than I had ever heard, and he thrashed like a panicked fish as I scrubbed those hard bristles right across both captive soles together, back and forth, brisk movements, no pausing, no mercy, five solid minutes of hard scrubbing, watching his toes wriggle in every direction, watching him pull against every strap holding him down, watching him writhe and buck and bang his head in unbroken uncontrollable mirthful torture, and listening to the laughing screams that overwhelmed gibbering begging, until he made only guttural animal noises, his throat destroyed, his breathing ragged and hoarse, his puffy eyes red from crying, his handsome face wracked with misery, and his proud cock standing firm, dribbling precum into the soapy suds.
	I dribbled some water from a bottle onto his lips. I doubted he was even on the same plane of consciousness as the rest of reality, but some subconscious process made his lips part and he gulped down the cool water. I let him rest for a few minutes. I watched his mind return as his eyes refocused, and as his breathing settled, until he finally turned his head towards me and gave me a look of such heartbreaking reproach that I felt he would never forgive me. But when I held my paw to his muzzle he turned his cheek into my palm and nuzzled it like a wounded puppy might, and the grin returned to my face.
	“Tummy next,” I said, picking up the brush...

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 30th January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

They say that every problem is actually an opportunity. This was never so true as it was today. Mikey and I worked together again this morning to set up another layout for the pill, focussing specifically on sexual response. Previous tests with other subjects had confirmed that numbing the penis would prolong performance, but risked the test subject going soft due to lack of stimulation. I had the idea of applying a counteracting heightened sensitivity to the balls, so that a carefully applied stroke there every now and then would keep the male going strong.
	So, this was to be my roo’s day! I was excited in a distinctly less than professional way; today was the day I intended to...well, perhaps I’ll spare you the details, diary, seeing as it didn’t happen.
	Caroo greeted me with his sweet, nervous smile. He seemed comfortable in his straitjacket, naked from the waist down as usual. I gave his head an affectionate pet and offered up the pill. He licked it from my fingers and gulped it down, avoiding my gaze while I chuckled.
	“You’ll like this one, Caroo. You’ve been waiting for this one.”
	I saw his toes curl and his soles wrinkle. “What is it today?”
	“Not tickles, don’t worry. Here...” I pulled his back away from the wall and slid in behind him. He made a quizzical noise which I shushed away. I wriggled down until I was sat between him and the wall, my legs either side of his rear, with his tail pressed across my tummy. I hooked my arm around him and laid him back against my chest. He turned his head to the side, then snapped it forward again.
	“S-sorry!”
	“No, it’s okay. In fact, I insist. Turn your head.”
	He shuffled awkwardly, turning his chest half to the side and resting his cheek against my chest, nuzzling up between my breasts and bathing my cotton-clad nipple in warm breath. I stroked my paw against the back of his head, feeling a little motherly.
	“Comfy?”
	“Mmmhmm.”
	I placed my other paw over his tummy, craning over a little to reach, then spiderwalked my fingertips downwards, bumping immediately into his hard cock. Eager boy! I closed my paw around the head and squeezed. He murmured, and dimpled my chest with his nose. Not much of a reaction. As expected. He was at ten percent sensitivity there. Time to...
	The moment I brushed my fingers over his balls, he cried out the most pornographic moan he’d made yet. I felt a hot wet splash against my wrist.
	“Oh Caroo, seriously? You came already?” I laughed.
	I lifted my paw to look. Clear, sticky liquid dripped from my fur, and it didn’t smell right.
	“B-but I didn’t!”
	I sniffed it. Precum!
	“Hmm. You’re right.”
	In the spirit of scientific experimentation, I hugged my arm around his shoulders and gripped him close as I tickled my fingers against his ball fur again. He moaned hotly into my chest, and I felt him shudder. I pulled my paw away, but the aim sent the spray to my thigh. I felt it hit, then soak down into my tights. I looked. There was loads.
	“Holy shit. You don’t normally do that.”
	He whined softly. “Please,” he breathed. “Please can I cum?”
	One more time, just to be sure. I cupped my paw and grabbed his balls, cupping them and gently squeezing. His body writhed against mine, and for a full twenty seconds while I held my paw there he pumped out spurt after spurt of clear, pungent precum, flooding the air of the small room with the heady stink of musk, making a complete mess of my clothes and the padded flooring, and turning the roo into a whimpering, begging mess.
	“Pleeease let me cum! Oh please, please! It teases so badly!”
	I disentangled myself from him and let him lay still and recover. I couldn’t say for certain, but it seemed like there was a full pint of precum now outside the roo. That couldn’t be healthy.
	When I spoke to Mikey, after a shower, he agreed. “We’re going to have to stop the testing while we look into this.”
	“But what about Caroo?”
	“Hmm? Who?”
	“The test subject.”
	“Ah. Well, he can be assigned to one of the labs. But most likely though we’ll just keep him here until we’re ready to test again.”
	Ten minutes later I was in Musuko’s office.
	Twelve minutes later I was kneeling and pawing at his legs.
	“Please sir! Please please please! Christmas and birthday and all my bonuses and pay rises for the next ten years? I’ll massage your paws every morning? I’ll make you more cups of tea? Please let me have him?”
	Musuko coughed, distinctly embarrassed. That was the idea.
	“Well...”
	“I’ll let you do that thing where...”
	“Alright you can have him! Just...” He looked over to the catering manager sat in front of Musuko’s desk, her jaw open, pen frozen mid-sentence. “...let’s talk about it later, okay?”
	“Thank you sir!”

Private diary of Linda DeSoto, entry for 31th January 2013, transcribed without permission.

Dear Diary,

I took the day off and spent the morning sleeping in with my two favourite boys, my sweet hubby Barnas, and our new pet Creme Brulee. It was so warm and snuggly, having their naked bodies pressed up against my sides, and I loved the sounds they made when I stroked my fingertips over the morning wood prodding both of my thighs.
	At the foot of the bed lay an overturned cardboard box, and the bedroom floor was awash with spilled pills, each carefully wrapped in individual cellophane wrappers tagged with a number.
	On the box was tied a tag:

To Linda,

It was a pleasure working with you, and I hope we can do so again soon. Please find enclosed the rest of the pills from the current batch. As we have no further use for them until we work out the kinks, perhaps you would like to enjoy them?
	I recommend you start with number 302. Just give yourself a clear weekend for that one. ;)

	With best wishes,
				Mikey.

I cuddled with my boys, feeling their warm breathing against my neck, enjoying their needy whimpers as my fingers teased them.
	They clung tighter when I said, “So. Shall we find out which one of you gets to cum today?”