“Master! Master! Master!”
Jenny came a couple minutes later, screaming my name over and over with every climax that rushed through her. She had become still, unable to move her body as her womanhood went off. I gave in almost immediately afterward, injecting my semen deep into her anal cavity. She fell forward, unconscious like Leah but with her butt in the air. Below her poof ball tail, between her peachy ass cheeks, I could see her glazed donut.
A knock came on the bathroom door. It was Sonja. “Master, come on! Dr. Lawrence says you need to eat breakfast and go before the animals get here!”
“I’ll be down in just a minute!”
I then looked at Leah and Jenny, lost in their sex comas. They might end up skipping breakfast.
Lorraine and I were carrying breakfast with us as Dr. Lawrence pushed us out the door. “You can’t be here when the animals show up! Go!”
“Relax, Dad, we’re not going to miss the bus!” Lorraine shot back.
“Hold on, you promised you would let us read the notes you doctors have written!”
“Fine, get in your cars and I’ll bring them out.”
I did as told and climbed into my car, then sighed when Lorraine got into the passenger seat. She really wasn’t going to leave me alone. Dr. Lawrence came out a minute later and handed us a portfolio.
“Now whatever you do, don’t lose them and don’t make copies.”
“Yeah, yeah, we got it.”
We drove off, and twenty minutes later, several vans pulled up. They belonged to various animal shelters, pet shops, and even the Maine Wildlife Park, and inside, a menagerie of animals could be heard barking, squawking, and making all manner of noises. Of course, everyone involved had to sign a confidentiality agreement before coming inside.
Countless cages were either carried or wheeled inside, holding everything from mice to parakeets. There were no cows for Betty to talk to, but that was simply because they could simply go to the farm to perform the experiment. The dogs were able to walk on their own, but that was only with leashes on. The hybrids all watched with wide eyes as the animals were brought in, at last able to speak to their former kin.
“Good,” said Dr. Lawrence, “now that everyone is here, we can begin. The experiment for today is to study how each of you communicates with your animal counterparts. For this test, we’ve gathered multiple specimens of both genders and varying ages, and in many cases, both wild and born in captivity. I’d like you each to take one of the dorm rooms in the back of the mansion and spend time with your new friends.”
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” said Elise, rubbing her hands together.
“‘Male human subject, named “Master” by his hybrid companions, has provided extensive information on the cohabitation abilities of both species, both through interviews and direct performance.’”
Lorraine and I were sitting on a bench in a nearby park, reading through our files.
“My name is never mentioned in this. I’m only referred to as “the Mistress” because that’s what my boys call me,” she said.
“That must be for security reasons. These journals will probably be published long before our identities are revealed to the public. Oh, listen to this:
‘The Master lives in a polygynous relationship with his female hybrid companions and routinely engages in sexual intercourse, either in groups or with each hybrid individually. Despite each of them showing a clear desire for attention, the females seem to get along without showing signs of jealousy or antagonism towards each other. They have a bold sexual appetite but lack a human knowledge and understanding of sex, as well as the cultural values associated with it. During their transformation process, all instincts towards procreation were lost, so they are unaware of the biological function of intercourse. For the female hybrids, sexual intercourse is seen as simply a game to be played with their Master.
The only exception to this theory is the cow-hybrid known as Betty. Due to her age and her experience with breeding, she possesses a far more mature understanding of sex and procreation and has even shown a clear and human sexuality.’”
“Mine says pretty much the same thing, that I have a polyandrous relationship with my pillar men. ‘Despite their primal and muscular appearance, the male hybrids appear timid and servile, but incredibly loyal. They approach sexual intercourse as a means of pleasing their Mistress, while the female hybrids and their Master act out of a desire for mutual enjoyment. Despite their similar existences, the two groups don’t appear to show any romantic or sexual interest in each other. While they will play and exercise together, the male-female dynamic appears entirely platonic, both sides only appearing attracted to their creator.”
“Dr. Lawrence told me that Dr. Moody, that pretty, young doctor, was the one studying our sexual relationships. I got to say, these notes are a lot more boring than I thought they would be.”
“I know, I was hoping for something more along the lines of PornHub comments. Oh, hold on, here’s something. ‘Mistress frequently engages in acts of sexual depravity – may be dangerous to the mental development of her male hybrids.’
Dangerous to the mental development? I’ll take that as a compliment. What about you?”
“‘Master satisfies each girl fully, giving them all equal affection. He has built up a noticeable stamina to fulfill his sexual obligations.’ Oh, check it out, her handwriting starts slipping towards the end. I bet she was writing this while watching the girls and I play.”
“Her other hand was probably busy as well. I think she might be jealous of the girls.”
“Well I AM a very generous lover, of course she would be jealous. ‘Master = sexual provider + parental figure. Master shows strong paternal instincts towards his hybrids, likely due to their child-like personalities. Suggests would be an excellent parent if interspecies breeding ever becomes possible.’”
I stopped and stared at the notes, a small smile on my face.
Lorraine leaned over and read them. “You know, that’s actually true. You would make a good dad, I mean, as long as you’d remember not to play with your kids the same way you play with their mothers, who pretty much already are your kids.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Have you ever given a thought to having kids?”
“No, it never crossed my mind before my girls showed up, and now, there’s no way I could handle the added responsibility. Anyway, keep looking for any juicy comments. I want to see if she becomes a little more honest with herself.”
“Momo doesn’t know why she’s like this. Master did this to Momo but he doesn’t know how.”
Momo was lying on her stomach on the floor of one of the mansion’s bedrooms with four cats sitting in front of her, two males and two females. In reply, the cats made various small movements, such as closing their eyes, cocking their heads to one side, or yawning.
“Momo likes being big. What? No, it didn’t hurt.”
“So, you actually understand them?” Dr. Lawrence asked, sitting in a chair in the corner.
“Yep. Momo doesn’t know how to explain it, but it’s like Momo hears words when they reply.”
“Would you say it’s like you’re reading their thoughts?”
“No, Momo just understands what they’re saying, like when Master nods or shakes his head and Momo hears yes and no in her head.”
“And they also understand what you say, right? When you talk to them?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Are you also replying the same way they are? I see them using body language, but I’m not sure I see you doing any.”
“No, they just understand Momo’s words.”
“Do they understand my words?”
Momo relayed the question to the cats. “No, they don’t. They only understand Momo.”
Dr. Lawrence was writing everything down, and while the experiment was clearly bearing fruit, the results were still frustrating. Everything about the hybrids seemed to defy all logic and reasoning. At this point, he was ready to believe that magic was real, but even then, if it couldn’t be quantified or measured in some fashion, then there was nothing he could do.
“When the cats speak to you, does it feel like you’re having the same kind of conversation you have with me?”
“Not really. They don’t use as many words.”
“Can you ask them what they are thinking right now?”
Momo again relayed the question. “Arya is hungry, Zoe wants to go outside, Apollo wants to take a nap, and Jake is confused.”
“Momo, I’m going to go check on the others. You and your friends are free to do as you please. But tell them that they have to either stay with you or tell you where they are going. And can you tell them not to make any messes? If nature calls, they need to use the litter box.” In the corner of the room was a pre-filled litter box from the grocery store.
Momo voiced the request to the cats, then perked up when one of them wiggled his nose. “No, Momo isn’t gonna use it. Because Momo doesn’t use the litterbox anymore. No, Momo isn’t allowed to do that outside. Master taught Momo to use the toilet. You know, the big white thing in the bathroom? Momo didn’t like learning to use it.”
Dr. Lawrence left the bedroom while Momo continued speaking with the cats. She moved down the hall to the next room, where inside was Chloe and Dr. Moody. Chloe was lying on the floor, giggling as four mice ran around on her chest.
“How are things in here?” Lawrence asked Moody, speaking softly to avoid interrupting the sight before them.
“Very well, this is the first time I’ve seen her so happy and energetic. Normally she’s afraid of her own shadow, but when it comes to her original species, she really comes out of her shell.”
“How have the mice been acting?”
“Very interestingly, they’re showing much more uniform thoughts and behaviors, as if they’ve been dosed with Ritalin.”
“Has she told you about their conversations?”
“Yes, she says that they are all questioning how she became what she is. They are actually asking her what happened and want an explanation. They are currently trying to figure it out. This is incredible, it’s like they actually become smarter when they are with her.”
“Chloe, how are you doing?”
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