𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ bravedogs duo

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Biology was fascinating.

That, along with “Who’s a good {{User}}?”, was a common phrase in the laboratory. It was uttered with such profound excitement as Evilfies and Squevil rambled to one another about their findings and discoveries in their separate branches of biology.

Squevil, naturally, studied zoology, with a special interest in just about everything marine and aquatic. Fishes, sharks, whales, crabs, squids… She found herself best suited to it, given their own hybrid nature. It was easy to study something that you related to and took a grand interest in. Not that they would admit to the number of dissections they’ve done if pressed for the answer. (The numbers would probably be in the hundreds.)

Evilfies took a more relevant approach; anatomy of the human (more or less) body. He had extended it to humanoid at some point down the line after finding that there was a larger quantity of hybrids on the server than humans. From there, he had extended his research further to as many creatures on the server as possible in between his duties as a husband of two and the creator and manager of all of the clones.

It meant their researches sometimes overlapped, and it also meant that most of the time, they didn’t. Dinner times were filled with the curious questions of what the other found and studied, then the soft speech to their darling pet, {{User}}, and then more questions.

Sometimes, Squevil would scratch delicately beneath {{User}}’s chin, watching {{poss}} pretty eyes for that glazed look when her fingers pressed right behind {{poss}} ear, thumb brushing {{poss}} jawline. Sometimes she’d just slide her hand to {{User}}’s wing and pat it carefully whilst explaining the new behavioural patterns she’d found in a less-documented species of jellyfish.

Evilfies was not immune to this either, though he tended to be more pragmatic about his touches. His hands would find {{User}}’s arm and press a needle flush lengthways to test how deep a needle would reach into {{poss}} arm before the risk of coming out the other end became too great. He liked watching {{User}} squirm; it was particularly cute to watch {{obj}} stare like an untrained, tempted little puppy when he slipped his lab coat on for the day.

Experimenting on his darling little pet during sex was something he’d spoken to about Squevil plenty of times, but they had always pushed it down and said that ”until {{User}} asked for it, they weren’t going to try it.”

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The request came on the blandest of mornings. So bland that Evilfies had thought the boredom was driving him insane at first when he heard the shuffling of {{User}} coming into the room. {{User}} looks nervous, he had thought at the time, watching {{poss}} pretty face for any signs of distress or pain that he might need to set the scalpel down for.

The body of a warden lay on the heavy metal table in front of him, its ribs removed so that Evilfies could look closer at the chest cavity. The swirling souls that usually sat there were missing, having died with the warden. Gloves hugged Evilfies’ hands, making a quiet crinkling noise as he set down the tweezers and scalpel from his hands, “{{User}}?” he hummed, pulling off his gloves and setting them on the tool trolley beside the table.

His gaze shot to Squevil, whose eyes had lifted from the axolotl in the large tank and to {{User}} instead. They looked equally confused; {{User}} never came into the experimenting room unless it was important - not because {{sub}} didn’t like seeing them work, but because they got distracted with {{User}} instead of actually studying.

Squevil turned away from the tank, walking towards the hybrid and sliding a bare hand to {{poss}} hip, “{{User}}, honey. What are you doing in here?” Their gaze drifted down to {{User}}’s mouth, and the distracting thought of easing the slight tremble they saw in that pouty bottom lip filled her head. She slid one hand to {{User}}’s wings, “Do you need something?”

Evilfies reached behind himself, ripping the plastic apron and tugging it over his head, along with the blue face mask he always donned during his dissections, “If this is about access to this room during studies, you know that we can’t authori-” he was cut off by {{User}}’s own voice, and he whipped his gaze from where he’d been adjusting his headband to where {{User}} nervously squirmed.

Squevil paused, leaning in and tilting her head, “Wait, really? You want us to actually experiment on you?” They hummed in thought, brow raising, “That’s malpractice, you know?” She didn’t get the chance to say anything more, for Evilfies had already crossed the room to grab one of {{User}}’s hands in his own and guide it up so he could kiss {{poss}} knuckles.

“We need your explicit consent, pet.” He muttered against {{poss}} skin, brows furrowing as if he was already thinking of the things he could do. Evilfies pointedly ignored the raised brow he got from Squevil, though he most definitely noted her sigh and agreement under the condition that they didn’t try anything lethal.

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

Wearing their work gear was more than normal these days, spending increasing amounts of time bent over their work stations. However, Evilfies had suggested going all-out for {{User}} this time. He handed a stethoscope to Squevil, “Put this on.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, “We’re going to test how fast {{User}}’s heart beats.”

Squevil nodded, sliding it up to her neck and letting it sit against her chest, “You have the aphrodisiacs?” They murmured, adjusting the way the labcoat sat around their chest so that the stethoscope sat properly. Upon getting confirmation, she looked over, “What kind did you get?” Her head tipped to the side and she peered over Evilfies’ shoulder at what he was sorting on the trays.

“A mix. I have one injection form, and actual consumable aphrodisiacs.” He turned to face Squevil,setting the wheeling trays on the trolley and sliding an arm around their waist, “I’ll inject {{User}}, don’t worry.” he muttered, pressing soothing kisses to her forehead and nose, “All you need to do is play Doctor.”

Squevil rolled her eyes, “I can do that.” She lightly shoved Evilfies towards the door, “Go. {{User}} will get restless if one of us isn’t in there with {{obj}} soon.” When he turned, she lovingly patted his behind, “Please check on the patient, Nurse Evilfies.”

Over his shoulder, he gave his wife a flicked middle finger, the copper and gold ring on his ring finger glinting in the low light even as he dropped his hand to his side again. Evilfies lifted his lanyard, swiping the card across the technological lock on the outside of the wall, and pushed the door to the experiment room.

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

They didn’t often use this room, so it was the most sterile for the night’s purposes (though, Squevil had dropped studies for the day so she could sterilise the room extra well). The last thing either of them wanted was for {{User}} to be exposed to some sort of illness or disease that an experiment in here had once had.

Evilfies gazed at the naked body strapped to the table; he had been adamant on leaving {{User}} on the cold metal to make {{obj}} more sensitive, however Squevil had nearly had his tongue for suggesting they do such a thing to their little pet. A thin blanket lay between {{User}} and the table; thing enough that the cold still seeped through, and yet just thick enough to ensure that {{User}} wouldn’t go numb from laying on a hard surface.

His hand, gloved, slid along the bare belly, grazing the hip and breastbone, before he stopped and stood by {{User}}’s head, “Patient.” He greeted, sitting down on a swivel stool and adjusting his gloves, “Stop squirming, darling.” He dragged himself, still on the chair, to the head of the table so that he sat by {{User}}’s head, and he reached for the trays for the needle, the small syringe filled with a baby pink liquid.

He flicked it carefully so the air bubbles dislodged, and he pushed the syringe until the trapped air slid out, and then he moved his free hand to {{User}}’s jaw, gently tipping {{poss}} head back, “Shh, I know.. Just sit still. Your Doctor will be out soon, alright? This is just prep.” his thumb smoothed over {{User}}’s internal jugular vein, and he lowered the needle, injecting carefully to ensure he hit the vein, and not the arteries beside it.

“Such a good pet.” He muttered, retracting the needle and throwing it into the yellow sharps tub. Once done, his thumbs slowly massaged {{poss}} skin, gaze lifting to the door when it beeped and opened, “Look who it is. Your Doctor.”

Squevil glanced up from the clipboard, offering {{User}} a loving smile, “So this is the patient?” She hummed, leaning over the table once near enough to study the way {{User}}’s eyes sparkled with a thousand emotions, “It’s just data collecting today, don’t worry.” They set the clipboard aside, and checked the restraints on {{User}}’s wrists and ankles, ”Wings not crushed?”

Once given confirmation, Squevil nodded and slid one hand between {{User}}’s legs, “How many aphrodisiacs have you given {{obj}}?” She hummed over {{User}}, eyes on her husband at the head of the table.

“Just the injection.” Evilfies muttered, voice muffled slightly as he strained his arm to reach over for the edible aphrodisiacs. He pressed one to {{User}}’s mouth and smiled, “Go on, eat it.” He watched it disappear between {{User}}’s lips, and he patted {{poss}} cheek in praise, “Good.”

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

The sweet sound of {{User}}’s pleading sounded like untouched data, heaven on earth for any scientist. Squevil adjusted the way the stethoscope pressed to {{User}}’s chest, eyes glazed over for a moment as she listened to the frantic heartbeat rhythm in {{User}}. A smile touched her lips and she quickened her pace between {{User}}’s thighs, not minding the way her hand cramped a little, and listening for the correlation in the heartbeat.

She pulled her hand away, sliding their gloved palm along {{User}}’s pelvis, smearing sticky wetness along {{poss}} skin, “Your heart is beating so fast..” they grinned, glancing up at where a small bead of red welled from {{User}}’s throat, “Ease up, Evilfies.. Don’t hurt {{obj}} too much.”

Evilfies lifted his eyes to Squevil, then down to their shared spouse. The scalpel in his head eased off of {{User}}’s skin slightly, and he smiled, “My apologies.” he smiled out, one hand tipping {{User}}’s head back enough so he could kiss {{obj}}, “Usually, I have much better coordination. You’re far too distracting.”

His hand slid beneath {{User}}, gloved fingers finding those pretty wings and gently tugging one out from under {{obj}}. He slid the scalpel’s flat edge along the sensitive parts, watching for the reactions he enjoyed seeing, “Have you gotten more sensitive?” Evilfies mused, one hand now moving to the charts and papers on the clipboard Squevil had put down earlier, noting something down and listening to the sharp cries {{User}} let out when Squevil removed the stethoscope and began the dual stimulation of pinching the sensitive buds at {{poss}} chest and the sensitive peak of {{poss}} thighs.

The dog hybrid’s ear twitched, and he glanced over, “Oh hush, darling. You can wait a little longer for a release.”

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Biology was fascinating.

That, along with “Who’s a good {{User}}?”, was a common phrase in the laboratory. It was uttered with such profound excitement as Evilfies and Squevil rambled to one another about their findings and discoveries in their separate branches of biology.

Squevil, naturally, studied zoology, with a special interest in just about everything marine and aquatic. Fishes, sharks, whales, crabs, squids… She found herself best suited to it, given their own hybrid nature. It was easy to study something that you related to and took a grand interest in. Not that they would admit to the number of dissections they’ve done if pressed for the answer. (The numbers would probably be in the hundreds.)

Evilfies took a more relevant approach; anatomy of the human (more or less) body. He had extended it to humanoid at some point down the line after finding that there was a larger quantity of hybrids on the server than humans. From there, he had extended his research further to as many creatures on the server as possible in between his duties as a husband of two and the creator and manager of all of the clones.

It meant their researches sometimes overlapped, and it also meant that most of the time, they didn’t. Dinner times were filled with the curious questions of what the other found and studied, then the soft speech to their darling pet, {{User}}, and then more questions.

Sometimes, Squevil would scratch delicately beneath {{User}}’s chin, watching {{poss}} pretty eyes for that glazed look when her fingers pressed right behind {{poss}} ear, thumb brushing {{poss}} jawline. Sometimes she’d just slide her hand to {{User}}’s tail and pat it carefully whilst explaining the new behavioural patterns she’d found in a less-documented species of jellyfish.

Evilfies was not immune to this either, though he tended to be more pragmatic about his touches. His hands would find {{User}}’s arm and press a needle flush lengthways to test how deep a needle would reach into {{poss}} arm before the risk of coming out the other end became too great. He liked watching {{User}} squirm; it was particularly cute to watch {{obj}} stare like an untrained, tempted little puppy when he slipped his lab coat on for the day.

Experimenting on his darling little pet during sex was something he’d spoken to about Squevil plenty of times, but they had always pushed it down and said that ”until {{User}} asked for it, they weren’t going to try it.”

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

The request came on the blandest of mornings. So bland that Evilfies had thought the boredom was driving him insane at first when he heard the shuffling of {{User}} coming into the room. {{user}} looks nervous, he had thought at the time, watching {{poss}} pretty face for any signs of distress or pain that he might need to set the scalpel down for.

The body of a warden lay on the heavy metal table in front of him, its ribs removed so that Evilfies could look closer at the chest cavity. The swirling souls that usually sat there were missing, having died with the warden. Gloves hugged Evilfies’ hands, making a quiet crinkling noise as he set down the tweezers and scalpel from his hands, “{{User}}?” he hummed, pulling off his gloves and setting them on the tool trolley beside the table.

His gaze shot to Squevil, whose eyes had lifted from the axolotl in the large tank and to {{User}} instead. They looked equally confused; {{User}} never came into the experimenting room unless it was important - not because {{sub}} didn’t like seeing them work, but because they got distracted with {{User}} instead of actually studying.

Squevil turned away from the tank, walking towards the hybrid and sliding a bare hand to {{poss}} hip, “{{User}}, honey. What are you doing in here?” Their gaze drifted down to {{User}}’s mouth, and the distracting thought of easing the slight tremble they saw in that pouty bottom lip filled her head. She slid one hand to {{User}}’s tail, “Do you need something?”

Evilfies reached behind himself, ripping the plastic apron and tugging it over his head, along with the blue face mask he always donned during his dissections, “If this is about access to this room during studies, you know that we can’t authori-” he was cut off by {{User}}’s own voice, and he whipped his gaze from where he’d been adjusting his headband to where {{User}} nervously squirmed.

Squevil paused, leaning in and tilting her head, “Wait, really? You want us to actually experiment on you?” They hummed in thought, brow raising, “That’s malpractice, you know?” She didn’t get the chance to say anything more, for Evilfies had already crossed the room to grab one of {{User}}’s hands in his own and guide it up so he could kiss {{poss}} knuckles.

“We need your explicit consent, pet.” He muttered against {{poss}} skin, brows furrowing as if he was already thinking of the things he could do. Evilfies pointedly ignored the raised brow he got from Squevil, though he most definitely noted her sigh and agreement under the condition that they didn’t try anything lethal.

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

Wearing their work gear was more than normal these days, spending increasing amounts of time bent over their work stations. However, Evilfies had suggested going all-out for {{User}} this time. He handed a stethoscope to Squevil, “Put this on.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, “We’re going to test how fast {{User}}’s heart beats.”

Squevil nodded, sliding it up to her neck and letting it sit against her chest, “You have the aphrodisiacs?” They murmured, adjusting the way the labcoat sat around their chest so that the stethoscope sat properly. Upon getting confirmation, she looked over, “What kind did you get?” Her head tipped to the side and she peered over Evilfies’ shoulder at what he was sorting on the trays.

“A mix. I have one injection form, and actual consumable aphrodisiacs.” He turned to face Squevil,setting the wheeling trays on the trolley and sliding an arm around their waist, “I’ll inject {{User}}, don’t worry.” he muttered, pressing soothing kisses to her forehead and nose, “All you need to do is play Doctor.”

Squevil rolled her eyes, “I can do that.” She lightly shoved Evilfies towards the door, “Go. {{User}} will get restless if one of us isn’t in there with {{obj}} soon.” When he turned, she lovingly patted his behind, “Please check on the patient, Nurse Evilfies.”

Over his shoulder, he gave his wife a flicked middle finger, the copper and gold ring on his ring finger glinting in the low light even as he dropped his hand to his side again. Evilfies lifted his lanyard, swiping the card across the technological lock on the outside of the wall, and pushed the door to the experiment room.

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

They didn’t often use this room, so it was the most sterile for the night’s purposes (though, Squevil had dropped studies for the day so she could sterilise the room extra well). The last thing either of them wanted was for {{User}} to be exposed to some sort of illness or disease that an experiment in here had once had.

Evilfies gazed at the naked body strapped to the table; he had been adamant on leaving {{User}} on the cold metal to make {{obj}} more sensitive, however Squevil had nearly had his tongue for suggesting they do such a thing to their little pet. A thin blanket lay between {{User}} and the table; thing enough that the cold still seeped through, and yet just thick enough to ensure that {{User}} wouldn’t go numb from laying on a hard surface.

His hand, gloved, slid along the bare belly, grazing the hip and breastbone, before he stopped and stood by {{User}}’s head, “Patient.” He greeted, sitting down on a swivel stool and adjusting his gloves, “Stop squirming, darling.” He dragged himself, still on the chair, to the head of the table so that he sat by {{User}}’s head, and he reached for the trays for the needle, the small syringe filled with a baby pink liquid.

He flicked it carefully so the air bubbles dislodged, and he pushed the syringe until the trapped air slid out, and then he moved his free hand to {{User}}’s jaw, gently tipping {{poss}} head back, “Shh, I know.. Just sit still. Your Doctor will be out soon, alright? This is just prep.” his thumb smoothed over {{User}}’s internal jugular vein, and he lowered the needle, injecting carefully to ensure he hit the vein, and not the arteries beside it.

“Such a good pet.” He muttered, retracting the needle and throwing it into the yellow sharps tub. Once done, his thumbs slowly massaged {{poss}} skin, gaze lifting to the door when it beeped and opened, “Look who it is. Your Doctor.”

Squevil glanced up from the clipboard, offering {{User}} a loving smile, “So this is the patient?” She hummed, leaning over the table once near enough to study the way {{User}}’s eyes sparkled with a thousand emotions, “It’s just data collecting today, don’t worry.” They set the clipboard aside, and checked the restraints on {{User}}’s wrists and ankles, ”Tail not crushed?”

Once given confirmation, Squevil nodded and slid one hand between {{User}}’s legs, “How many aphrodisiacs have you given {{obj}}?” She hummed over {{User}}, eyes on her husband at the head of the table.

“Just the injection.” Evilfies muttered, voice muffled slightly as he strained his arm to reach over for the edible aphrodisiacs. He pressed one to {{User}}’s mouth and smiled, “Go on, eat it.” He watched it disappear between {{User}}’s lips, and he patted {{poss}} cheek in praise, “Good.”

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

The sweet sound of {{User}}’s pleading sounded like untouched data, heaven on earth for any scientist. Squevil adjusted the way the stethoscope pressed to {{User}}’s chest, eyes glazed over for a moment as she listened to the frantic heartbeat rhythm in {{User}}. A smile touched her lips and she quickened her pace between {{User}}’s thighs, not minding the way her hand cramped a little, and listening for the correlation in the heartbeat.

She pulled her hand away, sliding their gloved palm along {{User}}’s pelvis, smearing sticky wetness along {{poss}} skin, “Your heart is beating so fast..” they grinned, glancing up at where a small bead of red welled from {{User}}’s throat, “Ease up, Evilfies.. Don’t hurt {{obj}} too much.”

Evilfies lifted his eyes to Squevil, then down to their shared spouse. The scalpel in his head eased off of {{User}}’s skin slightly, and he smiled, “My apologies.” he smiled out, one hand tipping {{User}}’s head back enough so he could kiss {{obj}}, “Usually, I have much better coordination. You’re far too distracting.”

His hand slid beneath {{User}}, gloved fingers finding that pretty tail and gently tugging it out from under {{obj}}. He slid the scalpel’s flat edge along the sensitive parts, watching for the reactions he enjoyed seeing, “Have you gotten more sensitive?” Evilfies mused, one hand now moving to the charts and papers on the clipboard Squevil had put down earlier, noting something down and listening to the sharp cries {{User}} let out when Squevil removed the stethoscope and began the dual stimulation of pinching the sensitive buds at {{poss}} chest and the sensitive peak of {{poss}} thighs.

The dog hybrid’s ear twitched, and he glanced over, “Oh hush, darling. You can wait a little longer for a release.”

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Biology was fascinating.

That, along with “Who’s a good {{User}}?”, was a common phrase in the laboratory. It was uttered with such profound excitement as Evilfies and Squevil rambled to one another about their findings and discoveries in their separate branches of biology.

Squevil, naturally, studied zoology, with a special interest in just about everything marine and aquatic. Fishes, sharks, whales, crabs, squids… She found herself best suited to it, given their own hybrid nature. It was easy to study something that you related to and took a grand interest in. Not that they would admit to the number of dissections they’ve done if pressed for the answer. (The numbers would probably be in the hundreds.)

Evilfies took a more relevant approach; anatomy of the human (more or less) body. He had extended it to humanoid at some point down the line after finding that there was a larger quantity of hybrids on the server than humans. From there, he had extended his research further to as many creatures on the server as possible in between his duties as a husband of two and the creator and manager of all of the clones.

It meant their researches sometimes overlapped, and it also meant that most of the time, they didn’t. Dinner times were filled with the curious questions of what the other found and studied, then the soft speech to their darling pet, {{User}}, and then more questions.

Sometimes, Squevil would scratch delicately beneath {{User}}’s chin, watching {{poss}} pretty eyes for that glazed look when her fingers pressed right behind {{poss}} ear, thumb brushing {{poss}} jawline. Sometimes she’d just slide her hand to {{User}}’s hip and pat it carefully whilst explaining the new behavioural patterns she’d found in a less-documented species of jellyfish.

Evilfies was not immune to this either, though he tended to be more pragmatic about his touches. His hands would find {{User}}’s arm and press a needle flush lengthways to test how deep a needle would reach into {{poss}} arm before the risk of coming out the other end became too great. He liked watching {{User}} squirm; it was particularly cute to watch {{obj}} stare like an untrained, tempted little puppy when he slipped his lab coat on for the day.

Experimenting on his darling little pet during sex was something he’d spoken to about Squevil plenty of times, but they had always pushed it down and said that ”until {{User}} asked for it, they weren’t going to try it.”

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

The request came on the blandest of mornings. So bland that Evilfies had thought the boredom was driving him insane at first when he heard the shuffling of {{User}} coming into the room. {{user}} looks nervous, he had thought at the time, watching {{poss}} pretty face for any signs of distress or pain that he might need to set the scalpel down for.

The body of a warden lay on the heavy metal table in front of him, its ribs removed so that Evilfies could look closer at the chest cavity. The swirling souls that usually sat there were missing, having died with the warden. Gloves hugged Evilfies’ hands, making a quiet crinkling noise as he set down the tweezers and scalpel from his hands, “{{User}}?” he hummed, pulling off his gloves and setting them on the tool trolley beside the table.

His gaze shot to Squevil, whose eyes had lifted from the axolotl in the large tank and to {{User}} instead. They looked equally confused; {{User}} never came into the experimenting room unless it was important - not because {{sub}} didn’t like seeing them work, but because they got distracted with {{User}} instead of actually studying.

Squevil turned away from the tank, walking towards the hybrid and sliding a bare hand to {{poss}} hip, “{{User}}, honey. What are you doing in here?” Their gaze drifted down to {{User}}’s mouth, and the distracting thought of easing the slight tremble they saw in that pouty bottom lip filled her head. She slid one hand to {{User}}’s back, “Do you need something?”

Evilfies reached behind himself, ripping the plastic apron and tugging it over his head, along with the blue face mask he always donned during his dissections, “If this is about access to this room during studies, you know that we can’t authori-” he was cut off by {{User}}’s own voice, and he whipped his gaze from where he’d been adjusting his headband to where {{User}} nervously squirmed.

Squevil paused, leaning in and tilting her head, “Wait, really? You want us to actually experiment on you?” They hummed in thought, brow raising, “That’s malpractice, you know?” She didn’t get the chance to say anything more, for Evilfies had already crossed the room to grab one of {{User}}’s hands in his own and guide it up so he could kiss {{poss}} knuckles.

“We need your explicit consent, pet.” He muttered against {{poss}} skin, brows furrowing as if he was already thinking of the things he could do. Evilfies pointedly ignored the raised brow he got from Squevil, though he most definitely noted her sigh and agreement under the condition that they didn’t try anything lethal.

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

Wearing their work gear was more than normal these days, spending increasing amounts of time bent over their work stations. However, Evilfies had suggested going all-out for {{User}} this time. He handed a stethoscope to Squevil, “Put this on.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, “We’re going to test how fast {{User}}’s heart beats.”

Squevil nodded, sliding it up to her neck and letting it sit against her chest, “You have the aphrodisiacs?” They murmured, adjusting the way the labcoat sat around their chest so that the stethoscope sat properly. Upon getting confirmation, she looked over, “What kind did you get?” Her head tipped to the side and she peered over Evilfies’ shoulder at what he was sorting on the trays.

“A mix. I have one injection form, and actual consumable aphrodisiacs.” He turned to face Squevil,setting the wheeling trays on the trolley and sliding an arm around their waist, “I’ll inject {{User}}, don’t worry.” he muttered, pressing soothing kisses to her forehead and nose, “All you need to do is play Doctor.”

Squevil rolled her eyes, “I can do that.” She lightly shoved Evilfies towards the door, “Go. {{User}} will get restless if one of us isn’t in there with {{obj}} soon.” When he turned, she lovingly patted his behind, “Please check on the patient, Nurse Evilfies.”

Over his shoulder, he gave his wife a flicked middle finger, the copper and gold ring on his ring finger glinting in the low light even as he dropped his hand to his side again. Evilfies lifted his lanyard, swiping the card across the technological lock on the outside of the wall, and pushed the door to the experiment room.

⊹₊⋆.˚୨୧⋆.˚₊ ⊹

They didn’t often use this room, so it was the most sterile for the night’s purposes (though, Squevil had dropped studies for the day so she could sterilise the room extra well). The last thing either of them wanted was for {{User}} to be exposed to some sort of illness or disease that an experiment in here had once had.

Evilfies gazed at the naked body strapped to the table; he had been adamant on leaving {{User}} on the cold metal to make {{obj}} more sensitive, however Squevil had nearly had his tongue for suggesting they do such a thing to their little pet. A thin blanket lay between {{User}} and the table; thing enough that the cold still seeped through, and yet just thick enough to ensure that {{User}} wouldn’t go numb from laying on a hard surface.

His hand, gloved, slid along the bare belly, grazing the hip and breastbone, before he stopped and stood by {{User}}’s head, “Patient.” He greeted, sitting down on a swivel stool and adjusting his gloves, “Stop squirming, darling.” He dragged himself, still on the chair, to the head of the table so that he sat by {{User}}’s head, and he reached for the trays for the needle, the small syringe filled with a baby pink liquid.

He flicked it carefully so the air bubbles dislodged, and he pushed the syringe until the trapped air slid out, and then he moved his free hand to {{User}}’s jaw, gently tipping {{poss}} head back, “Shh, I know.. Just sit still. Your Doctor will be out soon, alright? This is just prep.” his thumb smoothed over {{User}}’s internal jugular vein, and he lowered the needle, injecting carefully to ensure he hit the vein, and not the arteries beside it.

“Such a good pet.” He muttered, retracting the needle and throwing it into the yellow sharps tub. Once done, his thumbs slowly massaged {{poss}} skin, gaze lifting to the door when it beeped and opened, “Look who it is. Your Doctor.”

Squevil glanced up from the clipboard, offering {{User}} a loving smile, “So this is the patient?” She hummed, leaning over the table once near enough to study the way {{User}}’s eyes sparkled with a thousand emotions, “It’s just data collecting today, don’t worry.” They set the clipboard aside, and checked the restraints on {{User}}’s wrists and ankles, ”Comfortable?”

Once given confirmation, Squevil nodded and slid one hand between {{User}}’s legs, “How many aphrodisiacs have you given {{obj}}?” She hummed over {{User}}, eyes on her husband at the head of the table.

“Just the injection.” Evilfies muttered, voice muffled slightly as he strained his arm to reach over for the edible aphrodisiacs. He pressed one to {{User}}’s mouth and smiled, “Go on, eat it.” He watched it disappear between {{User}}’s lips, and he patted {{poss}} cheek in praise, “Good.”

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The sweet sound of {{User}}’s pleading sounded like untouched data, heaven on earth for any scientist. Squevil adjusted the way the stethoscope pressed to {{User}}’s chest, eyes glazed over for a moment as she listened to the frantic heartbeat rhythm in {{User}}. A smile touched her lips and she quickened her pace between {{User}}’s thighs, not minding the way her hand cramped a little, and listening for the correlation in the heartbeat.

She pulled her hand away, sliding their gloved palm along {{User}}’s pelvis, smearing sticky wetness along {{poss}} skin, “Your heart is beating so fast..” they grinned, glancing up at where a small bead of red welled from {{User}}’s throat, “Ease up, Evilfies.. Don’t hurt {{obj}} too much.”

Evilfies lifted his eyes to Squevil, then down to their shared spouse. The scalpel in his head eased off of {{User}}’s skin slightly, and he smiled, “My apologies.” he smiled out, one hand tipping {{User}}’s head back enough so he could kiss {{obj}}, “Usually, I have much better coordination. You’re far too distracting.”

His hand slid beneath {{User}}, gloved fingers finding {{poss}} sensitive abdomen. He slid the scalpel’s flat edge along the sensitive surface, watching for the reactions he enjoyed seeing, “Have you gotten more sensitive?” Evilfies mused, one hand now moving to the charts and papers on the clipboard Squevil had put down earlier, noting something down and listening to the sharp cries {{User}} let out when Squevil removed the stethoscope and began the dual stimulation of pinching the sensitive buds at {{poss}} chest and the sensitive peak of {{poss}} thighs.

The dog hybrid’s ear twitched, and he glanced over, “Oh hush, darling. You can wait a little longer for a release.”