Game Lab Rats Novels & Stories

Toys got used in every way – vibrators in pussies and asses, dildos strapped on for fucking, beads and plugs for extra stretch. Finally, as the lab lights dimmed to simulate night, we collapsed in a big heap on the mats. Limbs tangled, heads on breasts, hands still idly stroking pussies or asses to keep the warmth alive. Breathing slowed, but smiles lingered. This lab was my heaven now, filled with clones of me, all loving each other in an endless frenzy. I lay there, spent and satisfied, already dreaming of activating the machine for clone six.

I fingered myself to orgasm needing the release and then showered and prepared for the day. I arrived at I&P and was shown to the senior agent on the case, she would fill me in on the details of who I would be interrogating and what information we needed. There were wolves partying with drugs, this is strictly forbidden other than marijuana the one natural plant we were allowed to consume as long as we followed a few rules with it. Wolves also occasionally used mushrooms and other natural substances for certain ceremonies. Fake manufactured substances were forbidden. Hard partying with non-shifters was forbidden. Alcohol and marijuana simply relax shifters and it takes a lot to have any effe

A noise report. My jaw tightened. I felt it then…heat crawling up my neck, rage licking at my control. “There’s nothing down there for you,” I said evenly. “The basement houses laboratory specimens. I have permits.” “Specimens?” he echoed. “Yes,” I replied without missing a beat. “Genetically sensitive laboratory rats. A special breed. Highly reactive. Harmful if mishandled.” It wasn’t even a lie. Not entirely. The officer didn’t look convinced. “I’ll need to verify that,” he said, stepping closer. “Unlock the door.”

The truth was out in the open, and it was crystal clear who was responsible for our ordeal. **** While passing Mr. Miller's office, I overheard him engaged in a phone conversation with someone working for him. Curiosity piqued, I discreetly lingered outside the door to catch a snippet of their discussion. "You mentioned progress in our research," Mr. Miller inquired eagerly. "Can you be more specific?" The voice on the other end of the line responded, "Indeed, sir. One of our latest formulas has resulted in some remarkable findings. It made our laboratory rats live three to four times longer than the average lifespan."

Gabriel leaned back in his chair, cigar between his lips, watching the chaos unfold at the school through the live feeds. Alessio stood by the screens, arms crossed, face cold. The IT specialists—known as the rats—worked silently, fingers flying over keyboards, eyes glued to codes, files, and hacked data. They worked fast. They worked dirty. They worked like ghosts. Gabriel tapped his cigar, watching the footage of Lulu causing another dramatic scene, still prancing around like a queen. Alessio grunted. “Time to crush her.” Gabriel smirked. “Bring me the dirt.”

The sound, the recent quake, and the smell of blood attracted the rats again, they left their burrows with bloodshot eyes and madly dashed towards the injured monsters. “Fuck! Rhino 4 and Rhino 5 help your brothers! Beenedict get out of the cave and finish the lizard with Skeletor! All the tunneling worms attack the rats with all you got! Earl and Rhino 10 prepare to attack if things go south!” He was starting to get nervous, biting his virtual nail as the rats neared Rhino 3, but the tunneling worms managed to gobble up the fastest ones, then, he hastily moved them to attackers.

" She said and i felt scared about the whole thing. Oh heavens! Kelly was into the game already. She was looking alive and ready. Tala wrote something on the piece of paper and then wrote number one to ten on another piece of paper. I watched in curiosity as she tore each number and folded it. "This game is similar to pick and act, but it involves two participant." She added. She made us sit on the floor, as we all sat in circle. A bottle of alcohol was kept in the center.

“Fuck. Are there investment slots?” Nathaniel chuckled quietly, clearly amused, as he guided her deeper into the lab. They stopped at the animal testing section, where rows of glass cages lined the wall. Inside them, laboratory rats lay under observation. Cassie’s smile faded instantly. Their tiny bodies trembled. Legs stiff. Movements limited. The paralysis was unmistakable. Nathaniel’s voice remained calm, precise, almost surgical. “This is where it begins.” A small group of professionals gathered around them, their attention snapping fully to Nathaniel as he made introductions. “This is Robert Gath,” he said. “Head of research.”

Bridges connected to other platforms, all circling the city, closer and closer like someone had spent way too much money on Scalextric sets and stuck them all together. And everywhere I looked, every surface, every building, every window, there were rats. Some armed, some wearing elegant gowns and fancy hats, some riding large lizards that leapt off platforms and ran vertically up the walls. I backed away from the opening, hoping I hadn’t been seen, pushing Marv along as she stood there, open-mouthed. “What... Why are we... Did we take the wrong tunnel?” I doubted it. “Give my regards to the rats!” called out Schneed from the far end of the tunnel. “You deserve each other. Hahhahaha.” His la