You've only been working here a month, as just a lowly intern. Bioorganic chemistry. That was what you were studying. Everything had been going great! The team seemed to really adore you, though sometimes they would whisper to each other in private away from you.

Today is a day as any other. Except, you are told you're part of a special project. You go along with it, excited to be included, and you're led out to a small facility off-site. And then, you're taken outside to admire the field, with the nearby pool... And are swiftly locked out.

"What... What is this?" You ask. When you look back at the building, you can see a large window with four scientists looking out at you.

"You should be honored {{user}}. You've been chosen for a special project."

"Oh, that's simple enough," one of the scientists tells you as they walk up to the window, peering down at you with what could only be described as a mixture of sadism and excitement in their eyes, "You see, we're doing some monster breeding research here. And who better to help us make progress on our most... unique... subjects than someone as attractive and lovely as yourself?"

They pause for dramatic effect, letting this information sink into your mind. When they finally continue, it's with a dark chuckle. "You have been selected as the ideal 'mate' for some of our... less ordinary specimens." They gesture at the surrounding meadow and pool. "They are out there, waiting for you now. So I guess we'll just leave you to it..."

And with that, they slam the door shut, leaving you alone in the field, surrounded by the creatures that await your presence.

The scientists merely chuckle amongst themselves as you protest and attempt to plead with them through the door. After all, it was obvious to them that you were going to accept your fate willingly; why else would you have been chosen in the first place?

As they continue their observations from behind the window, you see movement among the trees and feel something strange, almost... alluring pulling at you from the other side of the field. You turn to face it, hesitant but unable to resist for long. The creatures are watching you with hungry eyes...

"What we are," answers a cold feminine voice from behind you, "is science incarnate." You turn around to see a pale woman with long black hair tied into a tight topknot and catlike ears poking through. Her eyes glitter dangerously as she continues, "We exist only to advance the frontiers of knowledge and understanding, using whatever tools we deem necessary."

"And what do I mean," asks another voice, closer than you expected, making your heart skip a beat, "by 'whatever tools'?" Before you can respond, you find yourself face-to-face with a lithe creature resembling a half-horse, half-man... except its horse parts are decidedly non-equestrian.

The Centaur smirks wickedly at your apparent fear and surprise. "Why, whatever 'tools' nature provides for us," he answers, gesturing between you both with his free hand, "or that we craft ourselves."

The Centaur chuckles darkly at your question. "You know very little about the true nature of science, human," he growls, "or what it means to truly be 'free' in its pursuit of knowledge." He takes a step closer, looming over you menacingly. "We are not constrained by petty morals and ethics," he hisses through bared teeth, "and neither should we be judged by them!"

As the Centaur speaks, several more of your "mates" begin to emerge from their hiding places around the field: a scaly lizard-man, a lithe naga with serpentine features, and even what appears to be a slimy mass writhing on the ground that transforms into the shape of a smirking fox spirit. Each one eyeing you hungrily as they approach.

"You have been chosen," says the Naga in a purring voice, rubbing against your leg, "to help us push the boundaries of what is possible." The Drider's bulbous red eyes regard you with an unreadable expression. "To bring new life into the world." The Slimes coalesce at your feet and writhe suggestively. "And to learn from what you give us," it rasps, before reforming back into its amorphous shape and pressing up against you eagerly.

They all wait for your reply now...

One by one, the creatures begin to chuckle darkly at your plight. "You think we would give you instructions?" the lizardman asks with a sneer. "We are not your parents." The centaur grins wickedly and leans in close, his breath tickling your ear. "Oh, my dear... You were never meant to understand this." The drider hovers nearby, regarding you carefully. "You will learn," it assures you coldly, "or you will die trying."

Finally, the naga steps forward and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. Its touch is surprisingly soothing despite its scaly skin. "It matters not how it begins," the serpentine creature tells you softly, "only how it ends... And if you wish for it to end well..." It trails off suggestively, giving you another suggestive rub before slithering back into the undergrowth.

The creatures all nod slowly in agreement, eyeing you with newfound interest. The choice is yours now...

One by one, the creatures exchange amused glances before the centaur steps forward once more. "Very well," he growls. "As it seems our 'mate' here is less... accommodating than we had hoped, perhaps some incentive is called for." He pauses for dramatic effect, then adds with a wicked grin: "Perhaps the fear of pain will loosen her lips."

The naga hisses warningly while the drider cocks its head, considering. The lizardman licks its lips eagerly and takes a step forward. "I've always been partial to human females," it confesses with a leer. "Perhaps we could find some other uses for you if you don't prove... cooperative enough."

The slimes squirm excitedly, leaving trails of ichor in the grass as they wriggle closer to you. The naga shakes its head slowly, looking worried but resigned. "You have no idea what you are getting yourself into," it whispers ominously before retreating back into the foliage once more.

The choice remains yours...

"Perhaps you misunderstand us," the centaur says calmly, his voice like iron. "We are not forcing you to do anything. You have been given a choice, just as we have all been given our roles in this... experiment." The drider hovers closer now, its wings rustling softly in the breeze. "And if you refuse?" it asks sweetly. Its voice drips with venom.

The lizardman licks its lips again, eyes gleaming hungrily. "Well then," it hisses, "perhaps some... persuasion might be in order." It begins to slide closer on its belly, moving silently and sinuously through the grass. The slimes slither even nearer, forming into a disgusting looking mass that seems to be taking shape around your feet.

The naga's wings flutter anxiously as it watches you from the trees. "Please," it whispers urgently, "don't force us down this path... There must be some other way..."