Taste Test
"His age? Well... I think he's just over the border of what we consider acceptable." The glow of the monitor left Aperio pallid, the long shadows brooding on his square snout. In spite of the tired bags under his eyes - the perpetual luggage of the night owl scientist - he gaze was vibrant, regarding his administrator's lagging image with respect and attention. "He may be eleven. I think he's ten, though."
"A good age either way, he'll fill out the pool for the experiments. And you're certain that he's--?"
Aperio did not cut her off; his administrator displayed some cute discomfort with the phrase anatomically correct, and she paused before she could say it. He smiled. "Yes. This is according to his doctor's records." He shifted somewhat in his chair. "And, well, I bugged their apartment. He's correct, all right." So is dear old mom, he thought, for not even the science-minded Aperio was immune to a fully-figured MILF.
The German Shepherd sipped his can of soda, appreciating how its fizziness tickled his tender nose. It was a respite from the rich tapestry of musk always flowing into his room. Through the vents; under the doors; sucked into the surreptitious pipeline between his and the boy's bedroom in the apartment wall. The little boy was in his first heat, and it drove Aperio wild. He could tell from the stink that his mother either could not or would not show her son how to clean it properly; he could only guess at how dreadfully itchy and awkward school must be. It was inappropriate to have an emotional bond with a subject, but Aperio secretly wished to educate the boy and show him that his weird endowment could be a delight if taken care of. Educating a future generation of boys was the foundation's goal, after all.
Dr. Allies - pronounced Alice, as she seemed to enjoy noting - looked down. Aperio heard a shuffle of papers, and she said absently, "Bring him in tomorrow evening, facility two." She met his eyes suddenly, and her lupine jowls creased into a smile. "And at least try not to frighten him too much. If he trusts you, use that to your advantage."
"I'll take good care of him," Aperio cheerfully said, thinking already about how he'd play it off.
It proved almost absurdly easy for Aperio to acquire the boy. His mother, a chubby vixen with a pretty face and a taste for sweets, was very much taken in by the dog's assertion that her son Desmond was of exceptional intelligence and should be tested accordingly. She did hesitate when he said the testing would occur at eight PM and that she couldn't be present, but it was Desmond's own enthusiasm which won her over. It wasn't an aptitude for learning that made the boy so giddy; Aperio had informed him that there would be video games to play after the test.
To Aperio's surprise, Desmond was quiet during the car ride to the lab. He asked a few timid questions about his test and how Aperio knew about him at all. The German Shepherd was quick with his cover story that they'd be testing his mental and physical prowess and that his research foundation was in contact with the boy's school. Neither facet of his story was exactly false. After that, Desmond went quiet, merely watching traffic go by in the evening sunlight.
Eventually Aperio stopped his car in a parking garage beneath a single-story concrete building. Besides its street address, it was wholly unmarked. To the boy's surprise, the elevator they got into went down, not up.
"What's upstairs, sir?" Desmond asked, his sweet and astute tone of voice putting a smile on the dog's face.
"Call me Aperio, we're all friends here." He squatted down, wrists limp on his knees. "And up there? It's just the front office. But you're with me," he winked, "so you don't have to check in."
"That's awesome. This is like something from a superhero movie or something, huh?"
The dog supposed it was. He patted the small foxcoon's shoulder and watched the LEDs tick down through the basement levels. The near-stench of musk was unbearable by the time they stepped out.
Most who saw the bottommost level of the lab compared it to a clean room in a computer chip fab, but Desmond Lankett had no real-world point of reference. The silvery walls and nearly mirror-buffed floors were so antiseptic as to be alien to him, and he clung to Aperio, slipping under the dog's lab coat. "Are we in a spaceship? This looks like we're on the Enterprise or something..."
Aperio ruffled the boy's hair and walked with him, leading him with confidence down a hall which seemed endless. Others draped in lab coats walked the halls, keeping eyes to themselves, but when the boy wasn't looking, more than a few of Aperio's coworkers sniffed the air in distaste.
Their short walk ended at a steel door. Fitted neatly into the wall near it was a keycard reader, a manual number pad under it, and a plaque reading GENERAL STUDY I-9. He swiped his name badge through the reader like a credit card and the door whispered into the wall, delighting Desmond, who first flinched away but then laughed sharply. The sound echoed through the stark white corridor. "Oh, it really is like Star Trek! That's awesome!"
"You like sci-fi stuff, Desmond?" Aperio asked, ushering the boy through the door. He thought it a shame he was only just finding out. They could have talked all about that during the car ride.
"I do-o-o... so what's in here?" the boy asked, moving smoothly from one thing in the room to the next. All of that quiet shyness was gone, and the dog didn't find himself minding. He followed after Desmond, detailing every item the boy indicated.
"That would be an examination table. And these," he said, swinging one out, "are stirrups. For putting your legs in. Oh, that's a chemical shower. You can get in and you're clean in seconds. You don't even get wet. You can try it before you leave. Ah, that's a fun device, it's incredibly important. ...Actually, I'm kidding, it's only the drinking fountain. Are you thirsty?"
Desmond was. Aperio hoisted him up and let him sip from the adult-height fountain.
"So, what am I gonna be tested on?" the foxcoon asked, playing with one of the stirrups by laying his palm in it.
The German Shepherd smiled thinly. "Desmond, buddy, let me ask you a couple questions first." He took a clipboard out of a cabinet made of steel like everything else and pulled a pen from his pocket protector. He went through the miscellanea of Desmond's identity, and then came the more esoteric questions. "Have you ever exposed yourself to any other boys? And what did they say? Did they laugh? Did they try to touch you? Did your mother ever speak to you about it? Have you touched it yourself?"
Desmond, it turned out, was rather sheltered. Mom's stance on it was understandable in that she told him never to show it to anybody, promising one day to explain it better. It was difficult enough for a single mother to raise a boy, but when that boy had such unusual equipment, well, sex talks became a lot harder than just put a book in front of it, sweetie.
"All right, Desmond," Aperio said, tucking his pen away and setting down the clipboard. His smile was a practiced one, disarming the foxcoon easily. "You're not weird or anything like that," he said to the boy's distraught face. "It's true, most boys have a... stick-out thingy, as you call it. But boys with things like yours are perfectly normal, really."
The fox nodded. "One of the boys said it's why my daddy left."
Aperio frowned sharply. For all he knew it could have been the case, but he knelt and patted the boy's shoulder soothingly. "I'm willing to bet that's not true. I don't know why dads just leave sometimes, but it's not because of anything you did, buddy. All right? Okay?"
"Okay..."
The German Shepherd smiled winsomely. "Let me show you something, Desmond."
He stood up and unbuckled his belt, but was always studying the boy's face carefully. Desmond appeared to remain placid, and so Aperio let his slacks fall. He tugged down his boxers, and there for the boy to lay his curious, young eyes upon was a swollen black mound, a canine vulva. "You're not alone," he said softly, "and it's not as weird as it seems."
Desmond nodded, still playing with the stirrup, but his eyes were affixed to Aperio's vulva. "That's what mine looks like... it's just bigger than mine."
After a moment of thought, Aperio stepped out of his bottoms rather than pull them back on. "See? You and I have more in common than you think. Now, you might be a little uncomfortable, but can I see yours?"
"What for?" the boy asked, coming across as defensive.
"Only to look, at first. I won't do anything you're not comfortable with me doing. The first time you feel uncomfortable, you just say so, or pull away, or yank my ears." The dog smiled, winked. "And we'll stop right there - promise. You can go home anytime you want."
Desmond seemed to lapse into deep thought. Only a few seconds later, he started unzipping his jeans. He had trouble with the button and reluctantly asked Aperio to help, which the dog did without so much as a judgmental smirk.
Under Desmond's grass-stained jeans were briefs, and as he lowered those, the potent smell of his young cunt filled the room. Even with the ventilation working constantly, Aperio found his nostrils stung by the stink. He instructed Desmond to take his bottoms off all the way, and then helped him lie back on the examination table. To the foxcoon's peculiar delight, he got to use the stirrups but made an immediate attempt to modestly censor himself with his tail's enormous fluff.
Standing between the boy's legs and smiling easily, Aperio petted Desmond's tail and asked, "Now how am I supposed to get to you with this in the way? Hmm?"
"Um... x-rays?"
The dog laughed, pulling away Desmond's tail. He snapped on a pair of rubber gloves and leaned close to the problem area. "Now, like I said, Desmond," Aperio lightly reminded him. "The first time you get uncomfortable and want me to stop..."
"P-pull your ears, right?"
"Right." The German Shepherd looked closely at Desmond's young vulva. Though he was even younger than expected at nine (plus three-quarters, as he'd helpfully pointed out), it was obvious to a nose as sharp as Aperio's that the boy was in his first bout of estrus. The black flesh of his vulva was fat and swollen, each beat of the boy's heart telegraphed by a throb. Old, maroon blood was dried the inner curves of its lips which the dog gently rubbed off with his thumb, breaking some loose like crust from sleepy eyes.
"I need to spread you open a little bit. It might hurt. Can you try and be strong for me, buddy?"
"Will it hurt like a shot?" Desmond shakily asked.
"No, no... it just might feel like you're being pinched. And if you want, you can pinch one of my ears, if that'll help. Or you can squeeze the railings. I promise I won't hurt you."
"Okay, I guess..."
With the boy's consent given, Aperio began to part the folds. If Desmond was in pain, he didn't show it; he was calm, if not prone to squirming as Aperio opened him with his thumbs.
Much like a belch from an open, unwashed mouth, the full effect of Desmond's musk became clear as his virgin vulva was parted. Aperio was at ground zero, his tender nose uncovered and vulnerable, and the stink hit him like a slap in the face. His eyes rolled back, his ears pinned down, and he grimaced. At first he felt as though he might become ill, but then the pheromones in the foxcoon's musk began to play with his head.
Aperio was no stranger to Desmond's scent. He had been smelling it for weeks as part of his scouting, but this was like drinking a whole bottle of tequila compared to a single shot. He let go of Desmond's lips and recoiled, feeling an unwanted moistening in his own loins.
"A-Aperio? Mr. Aperio...?" the fox timidly asked. "Are you okay?"
"Fine, just fine," he tightly responded. "All right, uh... um. You seem to be, you know--. Everything's fine there." He snapped off his gloves, dropping them in the trash. He was supposed to take a swab from down inside; he did not. Being around such concentrated musk nearly had him knuckle-deep in himself.
A loaded pause stood between them. Desmond didn't take his legs out of the stirrups because the grown-up in the room hadn't told him to. He looked down his little body at the dog, watching how he leaned over the cabinet. Mom sometimes leaned like that after she promised things were okay but didn't mean it.
Aperio pulled out a drawer and looked through it. He found single-use packets of vaginal washes, lubricants for rectal exams, and hand sanitizer. "Well, that was your test, Desmond," he said, sighing. "Everything looks to be all right." He closed his fingers around one of the vaginal washes. "I do need to clean you up though, and I'll show you how to do it yourself."
Desmond relaxed against the table. "Oh, um, but I clean myself."
That seemed true enough superficially, but the smell lingering in Aperio's skull suggested mom had never taught her young man how to perform in-depth cleaning. He took another look at the vaginal washes, then let go of the one he held and pushed the drawer shut. Peculiar resolve nested on his face as he turned around. "Having a vagina is a very nice thing, Desmond," he said in his friendly tone, walking close again. "Which is what you and I have. It's a vagina. Other boys have a penis. Are you following me?"
The fox smiled thinly. "Mhm."
"But we have a little bit of a burden. See... once or twice a year, we get like this, where's all puffy and itchy and it smells funny and bleeds too. You gotta clean inside of it."
Horror pulled Desmond's expression into something nearly abject. "Inside of it?" he asked, stressing the word as if it were rotten.
"It's not as hard as it seems, and I'll give you some things you can use for it, but," he held up a finger, "I'm going to show you the best way to clean up. If you ever have a really good friend who you can talk about nasty stuff like this with, they might just do this for you."
Desmond regarded him skeptically. "What is it?"
Aperio leaned closer, like he had when he'd gotten his first inhalation of the boy. "Let me just show you," he said, not asking for permission. Now with bare fingers, he touched Desmond's vulva delicately. His pads gripped on the plush black lips, aiding him in parting them. Desmond was young and virginal, impossible to open up more than an inch across, but Aperio found the gap workable.
Closing his eyes, Aperio pushed his sticky jowls to the boy's pussy. Overhead he heard Desmond say, "Eeew, I pee out of there..." Aperio was undeterred. He was practically high on the foxcoon's immature musk. He licked the inner curves of Desmond's cuntlips, feeling the crust of old blood breaking away. Youthful flesh ripe with musk resonated against his taste buds, sending shudders down his spine, making his own cunt drip ponderously onto the floor.
A quiet, uncertain moan passed Desmond's lips. He whimpered, "That--, that's weird, it feels weird. It's all tingly and--, ooh... it's really weird..."
"It's okay," Aperio heard himself say before he went in again, licking deeper in Desmond's tight boy box. Inside was wetness, but it was sticky like a spilled soft drink. Although the inner flesh was pink and slick, so was it neglected by a boy too ignorant to take care of it and a mother too embarrassed to do so for him. Aperio didn't mind being the one to clean away the dried blood; he dutifully slurped away the fouling discharge then wriggled his tongue into the boy deeper still, making loping scooping motions with it, replacing irritating fluids with slobber more and more with each lap.
Desmond gnawed his jowl, staring at the lights in the ceiling. He did touch himself sometimes, though he told Aperio he hadn't. Most nights he traced around his vulva with his fingers, only occasionally feeling the split of its lips. He had found his clitoris a few times, but he didn't yet feel pleasure from its lure; it was still oversensitive to him. Sometimes when he touched his pussy long into the night, he began to feel the most incredible feelings. Deep tingles of what he could describe to himself only as feel-goods grew in him like smoldering embers, and he could fan them with his little fingers, and they'd glow red as cherries, but he could never make them ignite.
With his laps, even such gentle and seemingly ineffectual ones, Aperio was stoking the embers. Desmond squirmed beneath him, whimpering and uttering throaty cries. The dog worked at him, not wishing to slop his tongue back into his mouth, not until the boy said please stop, Mr. Aperio, stop before I yank your ears off!
Desmond never said such a thing. He arched his little back, pouting out what already had the seeds of a perfect twink body. He studied the panels of the ceiling, staring into the light, thinking of the feel-goods he was having. They were unlike anything he had ever known in all his life.
The boy's climax was sudden, and going by sight and sound alone, it was hard to detect. The boy inhaled sharply, held it for roughly five seconds, and then he exhaled. Aperio tasted the pungent, clear fluid of a vaginal orgasm and smiled lopsidedly even as he continued to work cleaning the boy. He drank down the fluids, leaving no trace just as he had with the discharge and the dried blood. Desmond bled again, a trickle and nothing more, but just enough to make the boy taste coppery where before he had been only musky.
Aperio unhanded one side of the foxcoon's vulva and reached down, touching his own mound longingly, but only once. What he was doing wasn't quite grounds for termination - workers had needs which sometimes couldn't be suppressed - but to ask the boy to eat him out in return would see him on the curb swiftly. Not to mention it would disqualify the promising young man from all future projects.
Sluggishly, Aperio withdrew, wiping excess slobber off on the sleeve of his lab coat. He braced his paws on the edge of the table and observed as his drool oozed from Desmond. It was lightly tinted red, like food coloring in corn syrup, Aperio thought. "Have you ever felt anything like that before, Desmond?"
"No, ooh... what was that?" the boy asked, sounding dazed. It was nearly ten PM, after all, and Aperio knew he usually slept around this time. His first climax was no doubt a tiring event.
"That was called an orgasm," Aperio said, enunciating clearly, "and I didn't mean to give you one."
The foxcoon opened his green eyes suddenly. He was blushing, but appeared wronged somehow. "Um, w-was I bad? Are you gonna tell my mom?"
Oh, god no, thought Aperio, beginning to grin. "No. I won't tell your mom, and you weren't bad, not at all. You were really good, in fact!"
"I was?"
"You sure were, buddy. You were so good, in fact, that I'm gonna put in my recommendation for you to go up to level two testing. Don't worry - I'll be your partner the whole time."
A smile creased Desmond's lips. It was nearly devious, and Aperio wondered if it was indicative of how sly the boy would look when he grew up. "Will the other tests be like this?"
"They're a lot better than this, if you ask me," the dog murmured, smiling modestly. "And if you pass them all, then we have even bigger things in store for you." He winked. "I work here because somebody singled me out, just like I did to you. Think about that, why don't you?"
Desmond did, for a few seconds. Then he asked, as Aperio helped him out of the stirrups, "So where are the video games?"