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The Siberian tigress rolled over and stretched lazily as the lights came slowly up in her sleeping quarters. There was a gentle hum from machines beginning their morning cycles as she mentally prepared to begin her own. Still slithering beneath the blankets, she groggily flopped onto her stomach, then pulled her legs in beneath her, her hindquarters bunching beneath the covers. Her hands stretched in front of her as far as they could, her jaws parting in a wide yawn as her claws dug into the mattress. Then she pressed forward, straining her legs in another stretch. The blanket slipped down to lay against her lower legs, slipping over her sleek fur, then feel free completely whens he arched her back upward, her tail standing tautly upright, all four claws digging into the bedding now as she strained yet again.

With another yawn, she gave herself a thorough shake, pushing away the remaining lethargy, and slunk off the bed in a manner befitting more a seductress than a scientist. Nude, she padded toward the small kitchen her quarters boasted, letting her nose guide her towards the source of the enticing coffee scent. It wasn't actually coffee that percolated into her mug, though it smelled like it. It was a mixture of electrolytes, proteins, and other natural compounds that she had found worked far more efficiently to kickstart her metabolism for the day. She drizzled a carefully measured 10ml of honey into the steaming mug and stirred it lightly, stepping over to the food dispenser.

Almost the moment she stepped in front of the microwave-sized machine, it slid out a tray of eggs (sunny-side up), bacon (crispy), sausage, pancakes (heavily buttered but light on the syrup), and oatmeal. She carried it in one hand and her mug in the other as she moved into the living area. Nearly a dozen televisions and monitors had been set up and turned on as she entered the room. The center screen was tuned to local news, with global news playing in side-by-side on it. The other two televisions showed available selections of streaming clips snipped from the news and other media outlets. The various computer monitors that surrounded them scrolled lines of code and data, with a view showing live streams of experiments in progress.

Tatyana settled herself onto the specially designed chair she had built for herself and set her breakfast before her, shifting slightly to make sure the metallic dildoes that punched through the seat were comfortably ensconced within her holes. A tap of her paw set them into motion, spinning and thrusting and vibrating into her. She couldn't help a soft purr at the pleasurable sensations they sparked, but was quickly consumed by the data flowing in from the various screens, her perceptions and processing speed expanding as the thrumming shafts pistoned into her.

She absorbed it all, her left hand occasionally gesturing towards a screen or making a sharp motion to change the display or tapping at the keyboard build into the tabletop while her right fed her. An occasional tap of her paws sped up the thrusts of the dildoes or changed their behavior, sometimes heating, sometimes chilled, sometimes tingling her nether regions with bursts of electricity. By the time her morning meal had been consumed, she was verging on the edge of an orgasm and gave herself over to it, letting the light ripples of pleasure flow through her.

It wasn't much, but it was a good start to the day. She turned off the false phalluses and rose to put her used dishes and silverware into the cleaning unit. She considered a shower for a few moments before discarding the thought. She was in the midst of an important experiment, close to a breakthrough, and would likely be getting very messy today. She would bathe afterward. Instead, she simply donned a lab coat with her name very precisely stencilled over the left breast, buttoning it up from just above her pelvis to just below her rather generous bust.

Exiting her quarters, she pulled out the small tablet that nestled in her right breast pocket and glanced over it, sipping at a second mug of coffee-substitute. An almost feral grin lifted her lips as she looked over the first appointment of the day. Dr. Hestrom was one of the few staff that had survived the tiger's takeover of the facility. The “good" doctor had been instrumental in a few breakthroughs and would be assisting in several more before Tatyana was done with the woman.

She turned to the right, striding with long, sure steps towards the lab containing her former tormentor. The particular experiment that Dr. Hestrom was participating in was less real science than simple revenge humiliation. Tatyana looked through the mirrored glass that separated her from the woman and let a pleased purr flow through her. The human female had been bound to a breeding stand of the tigress's contrivance. In the small testing chamber with her were half a dozen male Eurasian wolves, ferals of course. The tiger had implanted the woman with unfertilized eggs and modified her scent with chemical and technological assistance to mimic that of a bitch in heat. Dr. Hestrom's captive audience had been giving her their full attention for two full days.

Tatyana pressed a button on the control panel by the observation window, causing an ultrasonic frequency to hiss through the built in speakers. The wolves fled, save for the one currently knotted inside the human female. The tigress's grin grew ever wider as she heard the doctor's cries of pain as the wolf tugged and pulled, eventually yanking himself free to duck into the kennel room with his brothers. The tigress used another button to close the wolves into their sanctuary before entering the room.

The human was covered in scabbed and bleeding marks from the wolves' claws and teeth, her head held rigidly forward by the stand and a ring gag keeping her jaws spread wide. Watery feral wolf cum, and a little blood, ran from the corners of her mouth and tickled down her inner thighs. Beneath the doctor, a pair of tubes entered her abdominal cavity, one delivering nutrients while the other disposed of waste. She tried to turn her head at the sound of the door opening, but was held firmly in place by her bonds.

Tatyana ignored the motion and simply moved up behind the scientist turned science experiment, shoving a probe roughly into the woman's exposed genitals, all the way up to the end of her tunnel, then digging the angled tip of it against the female's cervix. The doctor moaned, her throat raw from the use it had been put to,unable to scream, as her inner gates were pried open, giving the probe leave to examine her innermost chamber. The tigress glanced at her tablet as the readings came in, nodding approval.

“Well doctor, you are most definitely pregnant," she said, moving around to pat the woman demeaningly on the head. “I am reading ten fertilized zygotes. Congratulations! The puppies you act as surrogate for will be a new and more powerful generation of wolf, instantly domesticated but still retaining many of their feral traits. They shall make excellent guardians for my facility. I should think three or four dozen will do nicely."

Dr. Hestrom guggled, coughing up feral seed as she whimpered and strained at her bindings ineffectually. Tatyana simply patted her again and left the room, hitting the button to open the door and release the wolves once more. Yes, the woman was pregnant, but there was no harm in letting the males continue to use her just yet. She would be safe for at least another two months before the danger of premature labor would become an issue. There was still plenty of time to develop a training and socialization program.

The tigress's next stop was the electronics and robotics laboratory. The data from her morning's perusal had looked promising. Upon entering, she found several automated arms putting the finishing touches on a new microchip that she hoped would double the processing power of the somewhat outdated equipment she was forced to use. It had been designed by an algorithm she had designed to calculate the maximum number of threads that could be processed with the maximum number of cores considering the materials she had available.

She waited patiently for nearly two full minutes before it was completed and pushed out into the delivery box. Eagerness enveloped her as she set it into the testing machine and started it up, running complex mathematical formulae designed to stressload the chip. It seemed to be working wonderfully for about five minutes. Then it caught on fire. Vigorously. The tiger was forced to sprint for an extinguisher before it triggered the fire suppression units. She let out a regretful rumble at the twisted metal that had once been the computer case. Back to the drawing board on that one…

She would figure that out later. Tatyana continued on to the chemical labs, stopping along the way to pick up one of her “pets" for assistance. The stallion was muzzled and hooded, his arms trapped behind his back by an arm sleeve, his hooves shackled together so that he could only take short steps. A leash forced him to follow along as she headed to her destination. Upon arriving, she settled herself into the self-designed rest in front of her computer, soft cushions pressing against stomach, knees, and chest, the leash tied off with the horse pulled tight against her backside, leaving her hands free.

“I expect you to use me," she informed the equine. “Do not hold back. The harder and harsher you fuck me, the more likely I am to let you cum. If you displease me, I can always find another use for you, perhaps as a test subject."

The stallion's constantly hard shaft jumped against her stomach at her request, and he pulled back as much as he could, angling his blunt flare to press against her slick folds. He did not disappoint, slamming himself inwards with a force that nearly stole her breath, ramming himself against her rear wall with barely two thirds of his length buried inside her. He proceeded to rut her, hard, the rest creaking from the strain as he plowed into her, hammering the entrance to her womb.

Tatyana ignored the sensations. The pleasure. The pain. They were nothing compared to the ever expanding flow of information that coursed through her mind as her fingers flew across the keyboard. She was brought momentarily back to awareness when he broke past the gates to her womb with a sharp cramping, burying himself to the root, his hefty sack slapping against her clit. She let out a low moan at the feeling of being so filled, so stretched, the burning ache of her strained walls and pierced cervix. Then he drew himself out nearly to the tip and rammed back into her. Her mind exploded, formulae and compounds filling her perceptions.

Electron sharing, heat transfer, reactivity, stabilization: these were her only concerns while her body was so roughly used. She was not certain how much time had passed when she finally completed the project, but knew that she was shaking all over from the stimulation her body had been receiving. Her legs felt week and trembly, and she could hear the patter of dripping fluids pooling on the floor. Her throat felt raw from cries of ecstasy. She had been conscious of none of it.

Switching to the integrated control system, she disabled the stallion's orgasm inhibitor and heard him let out a piercing whinny, his hips thrusting forward to hold him flush against her, liters of seed gushing forth to fill her and bloat her stomach. He had earned it. She was not even particularly upset when he collapsed against her back, harsh pants blowing hot air against her ears, causing them to twitch. She could feel him continuing to gush into her, the flooding beginning to grow slightly painful, her womb overfull and straining. But she gave him his time, letting him enjoy the experience.

She waited until the horse was able to lift himself shakily off of her before releasing the leash from its clip and guiding him back to his holding cell, ignoring the initial gush and following dribble that leaked from between her legs, leaving a trail for the robotic cleaners to remove. She put the stallion away and headed back to her quarters for a midday meal, eating quickly to ensure she made her next appointment. It was going to be a long and busy day.