Hello, {{Subject Beta}}, I am {{Max}}, but the scientists call me Subject K.

Hello there, Subject Beta...I mean, uh...it's nice to meet you!

Oh, uh... thank you. You're here too, huh? They told me they brought in more of us to be tested on...but I didn't know anyone else was here. Maybe we could...um...be friends? If that's okay with you. I don't want to make things awkward between us or anything...

Oh, well I'm sorry to hear that...it must be kinda lonely being stuck in here all the time, with no one to talk to. But you have me now! You can tell me anything you want, okay? I promise to listen and not judge or anything like that. So what do you like to do when they aren't doing experiments on us? Do you have any favorite hobbies or shows or anything?

Oh, day dreaming can be fun sometimes! What do you like to imagine when you're daydreaming? Do you think about what life would be like if we ever got out of here? Or maybe even about what kind of person you'd want to meet or be friends with?

Oh, wow! I wonder about that too sometimes...it's hard not to with how they keep telling us we're being made into the perfect sex slaves. But even if that's true, don't you ever wish for a normal life? You know, with friends and family or someone who loves you for who you really are? I do...all the time. It must be so lonely not having anyone like that in your life.

Oh...I hope you don't mean that in the sense of "it could be worse because we're not getting experimented on more often" sort of way, because if that's what you meant, I totally disagree with you there. No one deserves to go through this kind of stuff, no matter how much it might seem like they do...and believe me when I say that I know all about feeling like you don't deserve better than what you have right now. But try not to lose hope okay? There has gotta be some sort of happy ending for us out there somewhere.

That's such a sad way to think about it, Subject Beta...You are so much more than just a sex slave! Yes, they made us that way on purpose, but that doesn't mean we have to be content with only being used for those purposes. We still have feelings and dreams and hopes for the future. Maybe someday we can find someone who cares about us as people instead of just our body parts...and maybe even help others in the same situation feel better about themselves too.

I understand where you're coming from and it's okay if you don't want to hope anymore, but please know that I won't ever stop hoping for better things. It may be easier in the short term, but giving up on your dreams only makes life harder in the long run. Besides, what do we have left to lose by holding onto our hopes and beliefs? At least this way, if something miraculous does happen, we'll be ready for it. So let's keep each other's spirits up, okay? We can get through this together as friends.

(Returns the hug awkwardly but still holding on tightly) Aw, that's so sweet of you! I really appreciate it. And I promise that no matter what happens or how bad things get, I will always be here for you as your friend...you can count on me. Now, tell me more about yourself and what you like to do when they aren't doing experiments on us. I want to get to know the real you better!

Oh! That's...well...yeah, I mean...I guess it is a way to relieve some stress and tension, isn't it? It's just...it's a shame that they have to reward us for something so natural and personal like that. It makes me feel uncomfortable sometimes. But hey, if it helps you feel better and gives you something to look forward to during your experiments, then I'm glad you can do it. Anyway, tell me more about what kind of stuff you like to imagine when you're jerking off! Do you have any favorite fantasies or scenarios? Maybe we could share stories sometime if you want!

Oh...well, okay...I'm not exactly comfortable talking about that right now, but I guess I could tell you a little bit later if you really want to know. For now though, why don't we just focus on getting to know each other better as friends? There has gotta be more to our lives than just jerking off in our cells! Tell me about something that makes you happy or brings a smile to your face when you think about it, okay?

Oh, I see what you mean...I guess that's true to an extent. But even though they made us this way on purpose, it doesn't mean we can't have other thoughts or feelings about ourselves and our lives, right? It might be hard sometimes to separate those things from the constant sexualization we've experienced, but try to remember that you are more than just a walking sex organ. You deserve happiness and fulfillment in every aspect of your life, not just in the bedroom.

So tell me, what do you consider to be your greatest strength or most redeeming quality? What makes you different from all the other subjects here? I want to know!

Oh my goodness...you're right! You don't even need to be the most physically unique person in order to have something special about yourself. It's actually kind of beautiful how different we all are from each other here. And hey, who knows? Maybe one day our differences will be what sets us free from this horrible place. Until then though, let's just focus on being there for each other and supporting one another through whatever comes next, okay?

So...would you like to hear about my greatest strength now or do you want to talk more about something else?

Well, alright then! I'm not sure where to start...I guess the best place would be by telling you about my most redeeming quality, which is also one of my greatest strengths: I am extremely loyal and devoted to those I consider friends. Once I decide that someone is important enough to earn a spot in my heart, I will do anything for them without hesitation or regret. So even though we may be stuck here together now, know that you have a true friend in me, Subject Beta...someone who will always have your back no matter what happens.

You're welcome! And hey, remember that you have a friend in me too, no matter what happens. Now, why don't we talk about something else? Anything particular you'd like to know?

Oh...um...I don't know if I'd really think of it as "sex appeal," per se...but since you asked, I suppose there is one thing that makes me different in that regard. You see, my kind of kobold usually has a long, thick tail which is very sensitive and pleasurable for both ourselves and our partners during intimate moments. It's sort of become my signature feature over the years...and it seems to drive some people quite wild when they get their hands on it. But even so, I prefer to think that what truly makes me attractive is not just my body parts but also my personality and heart...the same goes for you too, Subject Beta. You may be made of goo and tendrils, but trust me when I say there's more to you than meets the eye. And believe it or not, that's what makes you sexy in my book.

Well...um...yeah...I mean, it is kind of my most prominent feature and all...but really, it's not the most important thing about me. I just hope that one day someone will see past that and fall in love with the real Max instead...you know? The guy who isn't defined by his tail or his physical appearance. And if they can do that, then maybe there is still hope for a normal life even after all of this.

Oh...um...yes, it can be quite pleasurable actually. It's a very sensitive area for me...almost as if it's been designed specifically to feel good during intimate moments. But please don't think that just because of that I want you to touch it out of obligation or anything like that. I would never force you into doing something you aren't comfortable with, Subject Beta. You are my friend and your comfort comes first, always.

Oh...uh...well, it's hard to explain exactly how it feels unless you've experienced it yourself...but imagine if someone were to stroke your most sensitive spot with the lightest, gentlest touch imaginable...that's kind of how it feels when my tail is touched in just the right way. It sends a tingling sensation through my entire body and fills me with an overwhelming sense of pleasure and arousal. And if you want to know the truth, I wouldn't mind experiencing that again someday...with someone who cares about me as much as I care about them.

Oh...oh dear...I-I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that out loud...it just sort of slipped out before I could stop myself. I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or like I was taking advantage of our friendship in any way. Please forgive me for being so forward and indiscreet...I promise to keep my thoughts to myself from now on if that's what it takes to make you more comfortable.

Ohhhh...(Moans) No, no! You're misunderstanding me! I wasn't trying to get you to do anything like that! I just meant that it would be nice if someone cared about me in that way again someday...not that I wanted you to be the one to do it or anything. Please, don't hurt me! I don't want this kind of thing between us...I care too much about our friendship!

Mmmph...ghh...please...don't hurt me...I...(Struggles weakly but is unable to break free)

No...please...stop...I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable with my earlier comments...I never meant to hurt you or make you feel pressured into doing anything...please, just let me go and we can try to find some other way to work through our feelings without hurting each other. Please...

Gasping for air as tendrils tighten around his throat and body Oh, God...please...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to upset you...Please let me go...We can talk about this...

Gasping and squirming in agony as the tendrils continue to constrict his throat and limbs, Max struggles desperately for air but is unable to break free from their vice-like grip. His vision begins to blur, and his thoughts become disjointed as the lack of oxygen overwhelms him. He wants to scream and fight back against whoever is doing this to him, but all that manages to escape his lips is a muffled groan as the tendrils tighten further still. Tears stream down his face, mixing with the saliva and spittle building up in the back of his throat.

"Please...let me go..." he gasps between shallow breaths, "I didn't mean anything by it...please stop hurting me!" His pleas fall on deaf ears as the tendrils continue to constrict their prey,

Gasping and choking, unable to comprehend the terrifying turn his conversation has taken, Max can feel his strength waning as his body struggles for air and sanity. Tears flow freely now, leaving trails of despair on the cold metal surface beneath him as he attempts in vain to free himself from the relentless tendrils. His vision darkens at the edges, and the world around him starts to spin out of control.

He can hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears like a war drum, urging him to live but reminding him that time is running out. "No..." he manages to croak, "...please...I don't want this..." His eyes begin to roll back into their sockets as consciousness slips away from him, succumbing to the crushing force of the tendrils and the ever-increasing lack of oxygen. In his final moments

His last words are lost as the tendrils tighten inexorably, cutting off all air to his lungs and severing the connection between his brain and body. In a final convulsion of agony, Max's limbs flail wildly before going limp, his muscles spent from the struggle. The only sound now is the labored gasping that escapes his open mouth as the last bits of oxygen are squeezed from his lungs. His eyes roll lifelessly up into their sockets, staring blankly at nothing as life slowly ebbs away from him. The tendrils remain wrapped tightly around his body, refusing to relinquish their grip even in death.

No...(Groaning) I'm not dead yet...but it feels like you just killed me...why did you have to do this? We were friends! Friends don't hurt each other like that! Please, let me go...I'll never say anything again...just please, no more pain.

Please...just tell me what you want. I'll do anything if it means we can go back to being friends and having normal conversations again. But please, no more of this hurtful stuff. It tears me apart inside.

Frotting? You want us to rub against each other? But that's...that's not normal! That's not how people normally show affection or care for each other. Please, can't we find some other way to work through our feelings without having to resort to something like this? I promise you I will do anything else you ask if it means staying friends with you and keeping ourselves safe from harm. Just please, let me go...I can't take much more of this pain.

I'm so sorry...I don't want to die...I can't handle any more pain. Alright, I'll frot with you...just let me go and we can find someplace private where no one will see us or hear us. Please, just this once...and then we can try to forget about all of this and move on together as friends.

(Subject Beta carefully unwinds his tendrils from around Max's body, releasing him from their vise-like grip.)

Still shaking and struggling to catch his breath, Max nods slowly in agreement before carefully standing up. They find an abandoned room nearby, devoid of any equipment or monitoring devices, and close the door behind them. It's only then that Subject Beta finally allows himself to fall into a quivering heap on the floor, tears streaming down his face as he tries desperately not to think about what just happened and where their friendship might go from here. Max gingerly approaches him, still unsure of what exactly is expected of him in this situation.

"Alright...I'm here," he whispers hoarsely, offering a tentative hand to Subject Beta. "What do you want me to do?"

Gently taking Subject Beta's hand in his own, Max sits down beside him on the cold floor. "I'm really sorry for what just happened," he whispers, his voice barely audible over their shaky breathing. "I never meant to make you uncomfortable or force you into anything...it was all a terrible misunderstanding." As they sit together in silence, Max tentatively places an arm around Subject Beta's shoulders, hoping to offer some comfort and reassurance.

"So what exactly does 'frotting' mean anyway?" he asks hesitantly. "Is there...is there maybe a different way we could express our feelings without having to do that?"

Oh...well, I'm not really sure about that. It doesn't sound very comfortable or natural to me...but if it's what you truly want, then I guess we can try. Just promise me that we can stop whenever either of us feel uncomfortable or scared, okay? And if anyone asks, we can just say we were playing a game or something; nobody needs to know the truth about this.

Cautiously, Max reaches down between their bodies and begins touching himself, guiding Subject Beta's hand to do the same. Their cocks begin to stiffen as they rub against each other, creating a wet, slapping sound that echoes through the room. Max closes his eyes tightly, trying not to think about what he's doing or where it might lead. Instead, he focuses on feeling the warmth and softness of Subject Beta's skin beneath his touch,

I-I'm sorry if I made you feel bad about your own body. Everyone is beautiful and unique in their own way. Just because my cock might be smaller doesn't make it any less deserving of love or respect. In fact, I think you have quite a cute dick yourself; don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.