NOVEL WEB Chapter 003: The Final Test (18+)
“The final test can now commence. Lust.”
I want to protest, but their words and strange hand gestures influence me on a deep, primal level, far beyond rational parts of my brain. I feel heat – similar but different and stronger than the one I have felt ever since my awakening – spreading throughout my entire body, radiating from my groin. It is so overwhelming, that my legs feel like they are made from jelly and I lose my balance. I land on my butt, which causes the heat inside me to intensify further and a moan to leave my lips. I am breathing heavily, feeling restless. Then I look down. And beyond my painfully erect nipples and rapidly swelling breasts I can see something that gives me a pause.
An erect penis.
My erect penis.
I just sit there, unable to process what is happening to me; my head is blank and my arousal doesn’t help. I just stare at my… pecker. It looks and feels weird to have one. It is sticking out of upper part of my nether lips. It is coloured fleshly red, has sharp tip and some sort of thicker bulb at the base. It is hard to process, but I know what I am seeing.
A knot.
It is a full on canine dick.
My thoughts are racing incoherently, as I panic. What does it mean?! Am I still a woman? Why is it shaped that way?! I know I now have canine characteristics – I can live with fur or tail, as they are splendidly beautiful – but this?!
“Samples of blood, seminal fluid, vaginal fluid and milk are required. Containers for all 4 are on the counter in the corner, along with devices that will assist in secreting them.” I try to say something, to protest, to demand answers, but I am interrupted again. “You will get answers later. Now begin the sampling.”
Understanding that I won’t get any response until I comply with their request and with my mind clouded by my urges, I go were I was told to. I feel embarrassed and uncomfortable, so I want to finish quickly. And I was, after all, promised answers.
While the fire in my loins is getting more and more intense, begging for release, I finally reach the counter in the corner. There are various instruments laying on the countertop. One of them is a tube with ends covered in strange membrane, each with a hole in it. Not deliberating over it for long, I take it and put my cock inside. Immediately I feel immerse pleasure, as the inside of the thing is massaging my entire dick. All I can think about is this new, foreign sensation. I don’t pay any attention to my surroundings, only vaguely noticing I am panting and moaning from pleasure, as I am leaning on the countertop, my painfully swollen breasts squished and leaking, humping the thing with my thing in frenzied rhythm. Finally, the release comes, as I try to push even deeper – unsuccessfully, as my knot have swollen too much – and as my legs give up, forcing me to sit. My cum shots all over the place, as it escapes through the hole on the other side of the tube.
My orgasm feels liberating, but it doesn’t quell my lust yet. Still, I can think more clearly, if only slightly. I know I need more. Still, I am aware enough to remember I need to put a sample in a container. They are there, as I was told, so I take one and put it at the end of the tube overflowing with my sperm. It attaches easily and starts filling out quickly.
As I am doing all of that, my vagina is still ravenous, demanding to be filled. I want to stuff my fingers in there – problem being I am afraid of my claws. And when I look at the counter, I find what looks like a silver vibrator. I take it and shamelessly shove straight into my wet vulva – absent-mindlessly acknowledging the thought that I need to collect my fluids, but overriden by the need to pleasure myself – where it starts massaging every nook and cranny of my leaking fanny. The feeling is absolutely overwhelming, as I am still riding my previous high; I would fall and roll over if my back wasn’t stopped by the table.
I am moaning loudly as I am pushing the silver rod in and out of my ravenous quim, along with still ongoing massage of my penis. The sensation of having both male and female genitalia pleasured at the same time is so immense that I can barely think. In the rare moments where my mind is not overflowing with pleasure, I think I will faint at any moment.
I have no idea how long was my ride, but everything finally comes to an end. So do I. My movements are becoming more and more frantic, my breathing more and more erratic and my thoughts more and more animalistic, as I feel the immense pressure building up in my lower body. I can feel I am reaching the finish line. One final push – and it feels as if time stopped.
In a moment of supreme bliss, I feel as if my body is entire Cosmos. I feel every contracting muscle in my body, every blood vessel, every organ. I feel my gonads going into overdrive, producing ungodly amount of gametes. I feel every cell in my breasts, as my milk is squirting out of them. I feel every neuron being overloaded with signals. I feel every movement of my vocal cords, as inhumane howl of a bitch in heat escapes from my mouth – and I feel my lips vibrate. For a moment, the world stops existing. There is only me – and the pleasure I feel.
Everything comes to and end. So is my orgasm. I am laying there, on the floor, covered in various fluids, just feeling alive. I am both tired and energized, satisfied, but peckish.
Finally, I reluctantly sit up. Then I frown. The pressure was released, but the heat didn’t dissipate. On the contrary, I can feel it building up again! I look down and see my sexual organs are still being stimulated by the machines. With a moan I pull the dildo and my dick out. I am still hard and cumming – it looks as if my erection will take a longer time to subsume. My now vacant pussy is tingling as well, yearning for more. Despite all that I can think more clearly now. I wonder if stimulation of my male organs was influencing the stimulation of my female ones.
Then I remember – I was supposed to collect my liquids! I absent-mindedly look at the vibrator in my hand and notice how slick with my juices it is. I take a container from the countertop and put it inside, then back at the counter. I also take the other container, filled to the brim with my semen, and put it nearby. Then I eye the final devices, ones I haven’t used yet. One is a short glass tube with metal top; I can see a needle there – it is definitely the one for blood. Next to it is a bottle and a strange contraption ending in a flared, rather flat cone. I have an idea that it is a milker – but I don’t want to use it. I take just the bottle and mentally prepare myself for milking.
Intentionally touching my breasts was exciting. I realized I haven’t done it since I woke up. Sure, I covered them with my hands earlier, but it was not an exploration of myself. I notice that if they weren’t absolutely filled with milk, they could fit quite well into my hands – not due to their smallness, but because my hands are disproportionately big. Nonetheless, the fire still raging throughout my body makes me gasp at the feeling. My nipples especially are very sensitive – but that may be because my breasts are still swollen with motherly liquid. I gasp, as my fingers explore my soft chest, the heat in my loins growing. I know I have to be quick, so I set the bottle on the counter and squeeze my hard nipples with my fingers. I have a faint idea that I am not doing it in the most efficient way, but it somehow works anyway.
As I am filling the bottle, despite my lust, I start thinking again. How is that even possible? How did I start lactating when I am not even pregnant? I recall the orders given to me, remembering how they affected my mind and body. It makes me suspicious of my creator's motives – suspicious and ANGRY. Just who and what am I in their eyes? An experiment?! Are they even telling the truth? Why do they constantly slip my perception? I throw a glance at them – and get startled. They are standing right beside me, watching silently.
“Calm. That’s an adequate quantity of milk. Cease the milking; tests are almost finished. For the blood sample – push the needle into your jugular vein.”
I look them in their face. I can read no emotion from it. With their eyes hidden and with no noticeable movement, they are giving me quite the creeps. I take the final device and pause. I look down, to see my breasts shrink lightly and my cock spray its final spurt, then retreat back into my slit.
Honestly, at this point I am not even surprised anymore. I squeeze the appliance in my hand and try looking them down in the eyes – as much as one can do with their eyes hidden behind the rotating circles in the glasses. Well, I will get my answers soon anyway. Not breaking eye contact, I stab myself in the neck with the tool. I feel the needle pierce my skin and draw my blood. After a few seconds I put it out. Eyes still locked with theirs, in absolute silence, I stretch my hand out, vial of my blood in my closed fist. They move their open hand under mine, not breaking the silence nor the eye contact, and I drop the phial on it. They catch it and put it on the counter, with the other samples. I notice that my blood is black.
“I want answers”
“Of course.” They nod and turn. “Follow me.”
I blink in surprise at their abrupt actions, realizing it is the first time I see them in motion. Their pace is brisk and confident, posture impeccable and stable. Their movements are radiating an aura of spotless perfection - none is wasted - and I hesitate. I look down at the mess I left behind, then at various fluids covering my own naked body. Wherever we are going, being an exhibitionist – a dirty one smelling of sex to top it off – is never well received, especially in contrast with the Spotless Paragon. Well… Maybe, in a very specific circumstances – ones I am not looking forward to. Truth be told, what I want the most at the moment is to get a bath, or at least a shower.
As I look towards my guide to voice my concerns, I see them perform a mysterious, complex gesture with their hand. I suddenly feel… cleaner. I look down at my body and see that my every hair is impeccable and my skin pristine. As I look back to see the counter and its surroundings back in order – no trace of mess I made left – I am reprimanded.
“Do not waste any more of my time.”
Not wanting to annoy my only and – if what they said was true and they indeed created this body of mine – best way to know about my situation, I quickly join them. They then move their hand once again and the wall parts. They go inside and I soon follow, after I recover from initial shock. I have a feeling I got over it faster, as if I am getting used to strange occurrences happening around me. I throw a quick glance back – the room we were in up to this point looks sterile, empty and cold; like a newly built lab. There is no trace of anything that transpired there since my rebirth.
It makes me feel weird to think that about myself, but alas – I find myself in a situation similar to so many of my favourite novels. Whatever happens, I swear to myself I will live my new life to the fullest. Thus, filled with newfound determination, I step into the hole in the wall.
