Scientific Breeding: Dr. Beast Pumps His Pregnant Lab Harem

The SHIELD agents sat in their darkened observation room, the glow of the screen illuminating their faces as the next video began to play. They had just finished watching Wolverine's earlier video—the one where Logan had effortlessly dominated a crowd of Markandan women in a public park, his massive cock swinging as he took one of them in broad daylight, all while casually fishing. Now, the scene had shifted, but the comparisons were impossible to ignore.

The performer for this video was Hank McCoy, better known as Beast. But unlike the primal, alpha-male display of Logan, this was a stark contrast in both tone and scale.

Beast stood in a high-tech lab, his blue-furred bulk draped in a loose-fitting lab coat that did little to conceal his nudity beneath. His penis, unlike Wolverine’s enormous, rugged shaft, was perfectly human-sized, blue in color, and hairless, standing out against the rest of his furry form. It wasn’t the kind of cock that would stop traffic in Markanda, where size was often a point of status for mutants like Mark Williams or the Wolverine. But it was undeniable that even here, in this intellectual space, Beast commanded a kind of presence that went beyond just physicality.

Around him, the Wakandan scientists moved, most of them women- dark-skinned, radiant, and composed in a way that contrasted sharply with the charged atmosphere. Their expressions were serene, focused, as though nothing about what was happening was unusual. But the tension in the air was palpable. The majority of the women were pregnant, their bellies round and swollen to varying degrees, some looking ready to give birth at any moment, while others appeared just a few months along.

Sarah and the other SHIELD agents watched, trying to make sense of the scene. Beast was engaged in what seemed to be a normal day of scientific research. His team, both male and female, worked around him, fully dressed and immersed in their tasks, moving from one console to another, engaging in quiet discussions. But Sarah knew that in Markanda, nothing was ever just professional.

Lisa's eyebrows rose, "Is this actually happening? Is it going to be just scientific research?"

Jack shifted again, stretching his back and rubbing his temples. "I don't get it. Why are we even watching this one? Nothing's happening. Just Beast talking about some genetic mumbo jumbo.”

Sarah sighed. "We're watching it because it's our job, Jack. Even if nothing jumps out at us, these broadcasts are flooding the net. We need to understand what they're doing." She paused, her eyes momentarily flickering over Beast's calm, collected form as he adjusted some equipment in the lab. His hands were large, almost comically so compared to his modest genitalia. And yet, something about the way he moved made her stomach flutter-a sensation she brushed off as fatigue. She stretched her neck and rubbed her chin, her mind trying to focus.

The footage cut to a close-up of Beast, now explaining something complex about genetic mutations to one of the female scientists, who appeared to be in the early stages of pregnancy. He gestured animatedly with one hand, while the other rested comfortably around her holding her close to his side as if they were old lovers.

Which they surely were in a manner of speaking.

The woman, with her short-cropped natural hair framed her round, serious face, leaned into his towering hairy bulk looking pleased to be there. Beast's casual demeanor was as much a part of the message as the science he was discussing. This wasn’t about raw sex appeal or dominance, like Wolverine’s earlier video. This was something else entirely—intellectual, yet somehow... intimate.

"Think we’ll get anything useful off these screens?" Jack muttered, squinting at one of the holographic displays. "Any tech secrets we can actually use?"

Lisa shook her head. "No. There’s a filter, a cipher on everything. If you zoom in, it’s completely incomprehensible.”

"Wakandans haven’t lost any competence despite losing their minds," Sarah added quietly, her eyes focused on the scene. "They know exactly what they’re doing. Just in a completely... different direction."

Beast moved with the confidence of a man deeply engaged in his intellectual pursuits.

His voice was soft, almost professorial, as he explained a complex scientific theory to one of his assistants, gesturing with his massive hands, entirely unconcerned by his flaccid penis jostling around mere inches from a seated woman’s face, a circumcised and unremarkably sized blue shaft with a purplish-blue cockhead shaped like a familiar mushroom cap. It was as if the nudity wasn’t even part of the equation for him—a mark of how deeply normalized this sexual culture had become in Markanda.

Though the striking older bald woman looked like she wanted to do nothing more than lean forward and take him into her mouth, continually licking her thick lips as she stared at it.

As Hank turned to explain a particularly challenging equation, his cock twitched. The camera zoomed in as his dick began to swell, becoming fully erect in a matter of moments. The sudden hardness didn’t faze Beast. His expression didn’t change, his work didn’t slow, and he certainly didn’t bother covering himself. His cock, though still average in size, jutted out starkly from the rest of his blue, fur-covered body.

The tension in the lab thickened immediately. The female scientists were the first to react. Their quiet professionalism gave way to barely concealed desire. They stole glances at each other, a silent communication passing between them. They knew what would happen next.

Jack broke the silence first, his voice gravelly and laced with the dry sarcasm that came with too many years on the job. “If this was Wolverine, he’d already be balls deep by now. Probably finished with half of ‘em before Beast even noticed his weird blue dick’s hard.”

He chuckled at his own comment, but the laugh felt hollow in the room. Lisa barely reacted, her fingers tapping away constantly at her keyboard. Her focus was on the scene unfolding in front of them.

Beast, now visibly aware of his erection, was trying to maintain his professionalism. But the camera was having none of it, frequently cutting to close-up shots of his stiff cock, drawing attention to the way it bobbed with his motions. The camera lingered, capturing every subtle detail, making it clear that this was no longer about the science taking place in the lab.

Finally he seemed to give into the inevitable with a small sigh and a strange pointed look directly into whatever device was recording.

“Ladies, if you wouldn’t mind making yourselves accessible for breeding, we’ll continue to maintain our productivity whilst we ensure the future of our fine nation, our manifest mutant destiny, if you will.”

Without hesitation, the female scientists began to prepare themselves. Pants and panties were lowered, lab coats shrugged off, and within moments, they were bent over consoles or spreading their legs wide in chairs, their bare black pussies glistening as they presented themselves for breeding. The camera panned over the room, capturing the readiness of the women with surprising calmness, as if this, too, was just another part of the day’s work.

"I apologize for the distraction mightily…”

One of the men in the room, a tall Wakandan with broad shoulders and an easy grin, called out to him with a laugh. "Come on, Beast! Distraction?! These needy sluts need that mutant dick just to think straight! Give them everything you've got! Don’t hold back!" His deep, voice carried across the lab, drawing amused glances from the other male technicians.

Turning slowly, he regarded the man who had spoken with a raised brow, his imposing figure calm but commanding, his blue cock still erect and sticking out like a prong as he stood in the midst of the highly unconventional scene.

"Ah, my dear colleague," Beast began, his tone as measured and intellectual as ever, but carrying a distinct undercurrent of disapproval. "While your enthusiasm is noted, I would remind you that the brilliance of these fine women—these exceptional minds—hardly requires such crass encouragement.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Muttered Jack as the genius mutant defended the women he clearly treated as his personal stable of broodmares.

The room quieted slightly, the female scientists who had dutifully made themselves ‘accessible’ for breeding exchanging glances with one another, a flicker of pride and gratitude in their eyes at Beast’s defense of their intelligence and their apparent worth as more than just pussies. Even as this whole fucked up society proved otherwise. They remained in their respective positions—bent over consoles, legs spread wide—but it was clear that they appreciated his words.

Beast continued, his voice warm with admiration. "These women are vital to the continued success of our work, and it is their intellect, not merely their bodies, that fuels the advancement of Markanda’s future. They do not need—nor should they be reduced to—simply the physical aspects of their existence. Their contributions to science, to this nation, and to our hopeful future are immeasurable!”

Did he really believe that? It was hard to take him seriously but then again, Sarah had to keep reminding herself that Hank McCoy was just as much a victim as the rest of Wakanda. His personality had been rewritten by the twisted whims of Mark Williams. He probably did believe that, some portion of his previous moral personality shining through the perversion.

A faint smile played at the corners of his mouth as he glanced over the room, taking in the sight of the brilliant, accomplished women who were willingly participating in this bizarre mixture of labor and lust. "That said," he added, his tone light with a note of self-deprecating humor, "I do understand the biological imperatives that sometimes lead to distraction, and I appreciate their willingness to… multi-task.”

"I assure you, I’ll be as quick and efficient as possible.”

But the women in the lab weren’t having that. One of them—a heavily pregnant woman who had already leaned back against her console, her legs spread wide and ready—grinned teasingly. "Oh, Hank, don’t rush! You can fuck us all day if you like! The boys can keep the experiments running without us."

The room erupted into light, casual laughter, as if her comment was the most natural thing in the world. And in Markanda, it probably was. This wasn’t just some sexual diversion; it was part of the workday, part of the societal fabric. There was no shame or awkwardness here—just a seamless blending of intellect and desire.
Beast couldn’t help but chuckle himself, shaking his head as he moved toward the pregnant scientist. "Very well, Dr. Ntombi," he said, his voice returning to its usual deep, intellectual tone, "if you insist. But let us not forget the importance of maintaining our data integrity, shall we?"

Dr. Ntombi leaned back against the console, her full, round belly a testament to the life growing inside her. She spread her legs wider, her dark, slick pussy inviting him in, her eyes locked on Beast’s as she relaxed into the moment. He settled into a deep squat, his blue-furred thighs flexing as he positioned himself perfectly to drive up into her. His large, powerful hands rested gently on her pregnant belly, cradling her as he guided his blue cock into her wetness.

The contrast between his vibrant blue fur and her rich ebony flesh was striking, and as Beast began to thrust upward into her, the two moved in perfect sync. Dr. Ntombi moaned softly, her body reacting immediately to the careful, precise strokes of Beast’s cock as he filled her. His thrusts were deep and measured, each one rocking her taut belly, sending ripples through pregnancy swollen tits, her body moving with the rhythm he set.

Sarah's eyes flicked to the screen, unable to tear herself away. This wasn’t Wolverine. This wasn’t Mark Williams. Beast didn’t have the raw, feral intensity of Logan or the sheer size of Mark’s legendary cock, but there was something uniquely powerful about the way he moved. He wasn’t some untamed beast—he was controlled, thoughtful, but still undeniably primal in his own way. And despite his average-sized member, he fucked like it was his purpose. Like he was bred for it.

Unlike Joe, who needed that little blue pill just to get started, Beast moved with the grace of someone who never doubted himself, never hesitated. These mutants didn’t need the crutch of modern pharmaceuticals. They fucked like their bodies were designed for it, and watching Beast now, Sarah couldn’t help but think that maybe they were.

Beast’s hands caressed Dr. Ntombi’s belly as he fucked her, his hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy with a quiet, relentless precision. His brown eyes flicked to the holographic display next to them, his mind clearly split between the work at hand and the pleasure he was delivering.

"Dr. Ntombi," Beast said, his voice impossibly calm despite the fact that his cock was buried deep inside her. "Your calculations on the vibranium resonance are, as expected, quite sound. However, I do believe a slight adjustment—perhaps a two percent increase in amplitude—will yield more favorable results. What are your thoughts?”

Dr. Ntombi gasped, her hands gripping the edges of the console as her body rocked with each upward thrust from Beast. "Y-yes, Hank," she moaned, her voice filled with both pleasure and concentration. "I’ll make… ah… the adjustment."

Beast nodded approvingly, his cock still sliding in and out of her, slick with her juices. He picked up the pace slightly, driving deeper into her, his hands gripping her thighs to spread her open wider. Her body responded eagerly, her pussy clenching around him as she came, her orgasm washing over her in waves, but she kept her focus, making the adjustments he suggested on the console beside her.

"Excellent," Beast murmured, withdrawing slowly from her body. His cock glistened with her juices as he stepped back, his gaze sweeping the room.

"Ashambe," he called out, his tone both warm and authoritative. "It is to you that I will make my final deposit today. According to my calculations, your ovulation cycle will begin in just a few days’ time, ample opportunity for my spermatozoa to secure their foothold. They shall, of course, leap upon your lovely egg with the fervor of conquering heroes.”

Ashambe, a girl with a pixy haircut and one of those white M’s painted above her pussy, smiled, a flicker of pride in her eyes as she got down on her face and knees, her dark skin gleaming under the lab’s soft lights. "Ready when you are, Hank," she said playfully, wiggling her hips in invitation.

An insane highly detailed tattoo of Mark Williams' face was in tramp stamp position on her.

As Beast moved to his next woman to slot his dick inside Jack leaned forward, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "Is he... tracking their cycles? Like he's breeding horses?"

Sarah, her face carefully neutral but her mind racing, nodded slowly. "It looks like it," she replied, trying to keep her voice steady. "I mean, it makes sense in a twisted way. They're not just fucking for fun—this is about reproduction. About building their mutant empire."

“Thousands of mutants have flocked to that place but there's millions of humans.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow as she continued to watch the screen. "For all that, though, they all seem pretty affectionate. Like… they're not just being used. They're into it. Like they’re all his wives or something.”

“Well," Sarah muttered under her breath, "in a way, they are. All these male mutants in Markanda essentially have harems. It’s all part of the structure. They're breeding an army, but there’s more to it than that."

"Hello, mind control," Jack added, shaking his head. "These women aren't just going along with this willingly. They've been conditioned, brainwashed. Probably think this is the greatest honor they could ever receive.”

A good mutant dick a day didn't sound so bad to Sarah, well at least in the privacy of her own thoughts.

McCoy’s voice remained calm and intellectual, entirely detached from the vigorous fucking happening below his waist. “Dr. Esho, it seems you’ve made a small miscalculation in the energy output projections,” he said, his tone thoughtful as he thrust deeper inside her. “If you adjust the equation to account for the additional vibranium resonance, I believe you’ll find the results more in line with the expected output.”

The woman—Dr. Esho—nodded, her breath hitching slightly as Beast’s cock stretched her pussy. “Y-yes, Hank,” she managed to reply, her voice trembling with barely contained pleasure. She adjusted the readout on her screen, even as Beast continued to pound into her from behind, her hips pushing back to meet each of his thrusts.

After a few minutes, Beast withdrew, his cock glistening with her juices as he moved on to the next woman. The camera followed him as he approached a petite scientist with a tight, athletic body. She was already bent over a holographic display, her bare pussy spread wide and ready for him. Beast wasted no time, sliding his cock into her with the same calm efficiency as before, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her with measured precision.

The camera zoomed in on the penetration, capturing the way her pussy accepted that blue shaft. The contrast between her dark skin and his blue flesh was stark, the sight of his cock moving in and out of her slick folds mesmerizing. Her breathing quickened, and though she tried to stay focused on her work, her body betrayed her as she came hard around him, her pussy clenching and spasming as he continued to fuck her.

“Excellent work on the vibrational frequency matrix, Ms. Imani,” McCoy said, his tone still entirely professional. He leaned forward slightly, his cock driving deeper into her as he glanced at her screen. “I believe if you increase the amplitude by twenty percent, we’ll achieve the desired resonance.”

Ms. Imani barely managed to nod, her hands gripping the console as her body quaked with pleasure. Beast’s cock pumped in and out of her steadily, her juices dripping down her thighs as he continued to fill her with every thrust.
And then, the camera panned to the next woman. This one was different from the others—her bright blonde braids hanging in long loops down her back and shoulders were a stark contrast to her coal-black skin. She had stripped fully nude, her lab coat discarded as she clambered up onto her console, perched on the edge in a deep squat. Her heels dug into the backs of her thighs, and her pussy was already wet and glistening, perfectly positioned for Beast to take her.

McCoy approached her with the same calm demeanor as before, his cock still slick with the juices of the previous women. He positioned himself in front of her, his mutant dick pressing against her entrance. Without a word, he slid into her, his blue cock disappearing into her tight, wet pussy with a smooth, practiced motion.

The woman let out a soft moan, her body trembling as Beast filled her completely. She bounced on her heels, her legs spread wide as she held herself open for him. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each movement, and her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the pleasure of being fucked by the brilliant, hulking mutant.

Beast, however, remained focused on the task at hand—both the one between his legs and the one before him. He glanced at the holographic display she had been working on, his voice calm and thoughtful as he continued to thrust into her. “Ms. Njoku, the algorithm you’ve developed is quite promising, though I believe it requires further refinement. If you adjust the parameters to account for the quantum variance—”

His words were cut off by a low groan from the woman as the camera decided that was more important than his statement, her body tightening around his cock as she came hard, her pussy clenching and releasing in rhythmic spasms. Beast’s thrusts didn’t falter, his cock moving in and out of her with steady, powerful strokes as she bounced on her heels, her blonde braids swinging with every movement.

The broadcast had now fully shifted into pornographic territory, with the camera capturing close-up shots of Beast’s cock driving in and out of each woman’s pussy, the way his blue balls swung beneath him, the intense contrast between his bright blue flesh and the women’s dark, glistening skin. Their faces were shown in moments of ecstasy, their bodies quaking with pleasure as Beast moved from one to the next, pumping away for a few minutes at a time before moving on.

For the SHIELD agents watching, it was almost surreal—the juxtaposition between the high-tech lab work and the raw, primal sex playing out before them was staggering. Beast’s brain continued to flit from subject to subject, discussing quantum mechanics, vibranium resonance, and energy projections, even as his lower half relentlessly fucked each woman in turn.

He finished up with Ashambe on the floor.

With a final, powerful thrust, Beast buried himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he released his seed deep within her. Ashambe cried out in pleasure, her body trembling as she came around him, her pussy clenching and releasing in rhythmic spasms that milked every drop of his cum from him.

When Beast withdrew, his cock still glistening with their combined fluids, Ashambe sat up slowly, her breath still ragged from the intensity of her orgasm. She reached into a nearby drawer and retrieved a small plug, which she promptly inserted into her pussy, sealing in all of Beast’s sperm to ensure it stayed safely inside her, ready to fertilize her egg when the time came.

As Ashambe returned to her work, another female scientist stepped forward, positioning herself before one of the nearby consoles. This woman, her skin a rich mahogany, had a device in her hand that appeared to vibrate the air before it. With each pass of the device over Beast's groin, the mess of fluids and cum was eradicated, leaving him perfectly clean and ready to purely focus on research once again.

Beast sighed in contentment, his body relaxed as the vibrating device did its work. "Thank you, Ms. Opoku. Your attention to detail is, as always, appreciated.”