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Alarms blared as two figures made their way down a white tile corridor at full sprint.

"Fuck, Zeig. They're gaining on us!" said a white wolf to his lion companion. The lion ventured a glance backwards.

Dozens of horrific monstrosities bore their way along the corridors. Hundreds of eyes, dozens of tentacles, and innumerable gaping maws of razor sharp teeth chased the duo. "FUCK!" he said as he reloaded his baretta and took several potshots in the general direction behind him. There was little need to aim, any shot fired in the direction was bound to hit one of them.

The white wolf did the same with his own firearm, "Thought we were supposed to protect the uglies. Not kill them."

"Didn't expect the Facility to let them all loose to catch us." said the lion, reloading his clip as he ran. "Besides," Zeig said as he slapped a new magazine into his pistol, "Better dead than in the Facility's tender care."

"Good point." the white wolf said. "Checkpoint up ahead!" he yelled.

The duo dashed through the metal doors of the security checkpoint. The white wolf hammered a large red button on the large console set into the wall. The large metal blast door closed as the loose facility experiments scurried to rush the door. Zeig took to shooting any that got too close before the door closed, smashing any stray experiments that were unfortunate enough to be too close.

"Just HAD to shortcut through the Experiment Wing?" Zeig said as he caught his breath, trying not to look at the door, where the snarling beasts glared murderously at them from the little viewing window. The white wolf shook his head,

"What?" he said in between gasps for air, "How was I supposed to know the Facility would let all their pets loose to kill us? Whatever's on that disk, they want it back. Bad."

"Seriously... Come on," Zeig said, "Let's get go-"

The lion was interrupted by a mechanical whirr as the door slowly started to slide upwards. "They're overriding the door!" the white wolf said.

"Run!"

The pair returned their sprint and soon heard the snarls of the loosed Experiments behind them.

"Fuck!" the white wolf screamed as he stumbled. Zeig grabbed him by his collar and bodily hurled him into an open door along the corridor. In one fluid motion, born of desperation rather skill, Zeig had slammed the door shut. "You all right?" he asked.

"No." the white wolf replied, clutching his leg. A large spike jutted out from a rapidly-growing spot of crimson that was soaking through his Facility uniform. "I'm not." he said through clenched teeth.

"Holy fuck, John..." Zeig replied, at a loss for words.

The silence was broken by the inhuman screeches as dozens of experiments slammed against the door. Zeig's sheer leonine bulk was what stopped the door from flying open. "SHIT!" he yelled. "How much ammo you got left?"

The white wolf sighed, "Not nearly enough..."

John slid himself over to the door to press his back against it, leaving a trail of blood on the floor. He reached into his Facility uniform jacket and withdrew a CD wrapped in official looking case.

"Take it!"

"What?"

"Just fucking take it!" John said, slamming the CD into Zeig's hand. It was then that John reached into his jacket again, and withdrew two fragmentation grenades. Zeig's eyes went wide. "What the flying FUCK, John!?"

"I didn't come here without insurance!"

"Insurance!? Are you fucking insane?"

"I'd rather die than be a Facility guinea pig... Or in this case, get eaten by the ones who WERE guinea pigs!" the white wolf said. "Now go!"

"I'm not just gonna fuckin-"

"Just go!" said the white wolf, "Get that CD back to the Protectors! Find out what the Facility doesn't want us to know! The room on the other side is the utility room," John said, gesturing to the door across from the one they were currently barricading. "Take the back right exit and you'll find your way to the maintenance shafts. No surveillance in there. Now GO!"

Zeig did not know what to say. In the grave situation they were in, Zeig did not want to say goodbye to his friend. The lion reached into his own jacket and pulled out his last magazine. He offered it to the white wolf, who merely shook his head. "Won't need 'em. You will more than I will." he said as he pulled the pins on the grenades. "Tell Steph I said 'Hi'! Now get going!"

Zeig nodded solemnly, still at a loss for words. He let his weight off of the door, and sprinted across to the other door. He spared one last glance to his friend, then the lion slammed the door behind him, and made his way as quickly as his paws would carry him to the maintenance shafts, just as John had instructed him. He heard the deafening explosion behind him, and wiped tears from his eyes as he pressed on, determined to not let his friend's sacrifice be in vain.

****

Deep underground in a secret compound known as Site 13, ten shadowy figures met in a dimly lit room. A lynx, a turtle, a badger, a brown bear, a crocodile, a raccoon, a zebra, a kangaroo, and a black bat all sat around a rectangular table. At the head of the table sat a sleek black pantheress, who regarded the group with a disdained expression. Her elbows were propped up on the desk, her hands steepled in front of her face in such a way that it obscured her mouth.

"So there was an Incident at Site 16..." the pantheress said. "How long ago?"

"Roughly fourteen hours, Miss Tabitha." answered the raccoon. "Protectorate infiltrators managed to steal one of the observation disks recording the Incubator Project."

There was an amused air that rippled through the sadistic grins of the animals present, save for the raccoon and the panther. The raccoon maintained a stoic, unfeeling look. It was the look of someone who was alert and attentive because they knew themselves to be the bearer of bad news. The pantheress, however, regarded the entire assembly with a look as if the sight of them affronted her eyes. She raised an eyebrow before speaking in a low, cold, calculated tone, "Incubator Project?"

"Project NQBT, Miss Tabitha." the raccoon clarified, "Breeding experiments regarding Subject CS 3864. If the Protectorate were to go public with this information... it could be disastrous."

"No, Professor Delane, the Protectorate is in the same business we are. Public knowledge of either organization would be disastrous. We have often worked in tandem to ensure the nature of the supernatural remains a mystery to the general public... No. They will mostly use the information to further sabotage Facility experiments..." Tabitha said sternly, "I am more than concerned with the order given to release twenty seven Experimental Subjects in the holding cells. All cells on D-16 were released in an attempt to catch two Protectorate agents. I take it all the loosed Experiments were lost?"

"Yes, Miss Tabitha. Two incendiary explosive devices were detonated beyond Checkpoint 5-16 by the Protectorate saboteurs. We recovered one body, but forensics suggest the other managed to escape into the maintenance channels. All of the escaped Experiments were lost in the explosion."

"Unfortunate..." Tabitha said coldly. "Estimate of the financial setback?"

"Counting the lost subjects.... Fourteen million. All accounted liabilities are there in the file, Miss Tabitha."

Tabitha twitched a little, and every animal present blanched, their amused grins gone. No longer were they bearing the amused look of someone watching a hated sibling be chided by a parent. Every creature in the room sat frozen, as if moving a muscle may very well cost them their life.

"And who was responsible for the order to loose the Experiments? An order like that could not have come from someone lower than an OS level six... How many OS-6s do you have in your Site, " Tabitha said through clenched teeth.

"One." Professor Delane answered.

"Find him. Then bring him to me." Tabitha seethed. "This is the second Breach we've had this month ever since your people allowed Subject 1412 to escape, Professor Garron... The next little mishap will find you all demoted to D-Class Personnel! Now get out of my sight. All of you."

There was a murmur of acknowledgment as the assembly got up and left the room, leaving the pantheress seated at the table.

****

Alexander slithered through the ventilation ducts, keeping the look out for any sensors that would tip off his presence. He trusted the Protectorate so far, but he wanted to see the place for himself. Melissa had rescued him, twice. However, Alexander was still a little suspicious. He sneaked about through the air vents, getting the layout of the place. The Protectorate may have rescued him to do their own experiments on him, but those suspicions were brushed off as merely being paranoid. The Protectorate had not only rescued him, but also given him a place to sleep and sheltered him from the Facility. Still, he did promise to keep Sophie safe. He would see that he kept his promise. He made his way through the ventilation infrastructure, soon making his way toward what the signs pointed out was the Medical Wing of the Protectorate facility.

He slithered through the ducts and soon picked up on a familiar scent coming from one of the rooms. He made his way to the source and found the room where his feeder girl was being kept. He saw her hooked up to a variety of monitors, and breathed a sigh of relief. The Protectorate was being true to their word of tending to Sophie. She was seemingly well taken care of as she slept peacefully, an IV delivering fluids to her as she slept.

I should do something nice for her... Alexander found himself thinking. He resolved to do just that once he had the opportunity. So, it was with a relieved elevation to his mood that Alexander set off to continue exploring the Foundation's site.

Alexander found himself drawn to a room buzzing with electrical energy. He came upon a large area filled with terminals. Most of them were vacant, save for a workstation boasting seven monitors. A skinny little minilop rabbit boy sat typing furiously in the dimly lit room. The flashing colors of the monitor played against his light tan fur. He reached up to run his fingers through his short hair. His ears flopped as he shook his head, desperately trying to stay awake by the way his eyelids kept fluttering closed. He looked young, no more than fifteen. He wore a tshirt bearing the logo of some video game, a shirt that bore a couple of food stains down the front, attesting to the hours the boy must have spent behind the computer screen. Under the desk, Alexander could see baggy jeans bunching up before a pair of flip flop shoes and no socks. A peculiar fashion choice, Alexander surmised.

"Looks like you could use a pick me up, Mr. Wizard~" came a sly voice. Alexander looked around for the source. A slender white tiger with a bright pink bow in its long black hair slid a tall black can in front of the bunny boy. He eyed the drink suspiciously. "Thanks, Dakota..." he said flatly, clearly being more polite than honestly thankful.

A loud FSST pierced the room before the rabbit boy upended the can and downed the drink in one gulp. He set the empty can down next to about six other empties on his cluttered desk. He turned back to his work with a wry look of irritation. The tiger gave a chuckle. "What's the matter, Zachariah? Something amiss?~"

The tiger was of peculiar interest to Alexander. It was the picture of androgyny. A loosely hanging hoodie hid any possible curves, but the way the tiger moved betrayed a feminine gait. Slender shoulders, flat chest, and a thin frame. Alexander could not tell if it was a female, or a male merely acting as such. Even the voice was gender neutral. Alexander found himself watching the scene unfold.

"Nothing, Dakota." said Zach, clearly off put by the white tiger's presence. "Awww, don't be like that, Zachy~" the tiger said in a chipper voice. Alexander decided that he would refer to this tiger as female unless he was presented with contradictory evidence. He watched as she came around Zach's back. She put her arms around his neck, hugging him from behind. The rabbit boy rolled his eyes and gave a look of disapproval toward his keyboard. "Don't call me that." he said irritatedly.

"Oh, right~ I forgot!" Dakota said as she smacked her forehead with her hand. "You're the Wizard, aren't you?" she said in a teasing tone. Zach shook his head, but remained silent.

"Is that what you call yourself on those games you play? Mr. Wizard?" the tiger continued before breaking into a giggling laugh. "You spend way too much time on those things."

Zach did not look up from his computer, nor make any effort to shake off the tiger currently hugging him from behind. "This isn't a game..." he sighed, "Just routine maintenance on the servers. Someone's gotta keep this place's data flow up and running."

The tiger let go of the bunny boy and walked around to lean on the desk. Alexander caught a glimpse of the tight jeans betraying a hint of curvature on the tiger. Unfortunately, Alexander could not tell if the crease in the front of the pants was a bulge or not. The lack of defining gender characteristics was leaving Alexander curious. Besides, it was amusing watching the rabbit boy's torment.

"Always either working on the systems, or in your room playing games... do you sleep in your computer chair, or just bring the laptop to the bed?" the tigress asked playfully.

"I sleep when I get tired..."

"And the energy drinks?"

"Make me not tired..."

Dakota gave a "Tsk." before ruffling the rabbit's hair. "Ey!" he yelped in protest, "Stop that..."

"You need to take better care of yourself."

"What do you care?"

"I care a lot about you. You know that... or do our little rendezvous not been evidence enough of that fact?~"

The rabbit boy averted his eyes, almost visibly trying not to blush. "That's different!" he stated. "You do that just to mess with me!"

The tiger chuckled. "Do I, now?~" the feline said coyly. The boy only grumbled at this response. The tiger continued, "Do you not like it? You certainly cum well enough. You look a lot less conflicted coating the back of my throat."

"S-Shut up!" The rabbit boy stammered, "Don't talk about it like that!"

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because y-" the boy cut himself off, harrumphing back into his chair. The tiger took the opportunity to hug the rabbit from behind again, "Because why?" the feline said, running its claws down the boys stomach, then venturing further south to an area Alexander could not see from his particular angle.

"Because you still haven't told me if you are a boy or a girl!" the rabbit said as if it took a great effort to say. This seemed to satisfy the tiger, who seemed to shrug. "You could always stick your hand down my pants and find out... but we both know you're too scared to do that~" the tiger teased. The boy said nothing.

"I guess you're just lucky that a mouth doesn't have a gender~" Dakota teased as the tiger knelt down out of Alexander's view.

The shapeshifter heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped, and heard the rabbit gasp. Alexander had to suppress a chuckle before slithering off, allowing the rabbit and the tiger to enjoy their moment of intimacy. He still had a lot of ground to cover.

Alexander made his way into a section of ventilators that he saw a sign saying "DORMITORY WING." He did not think much of it until he caught a particular scent. It was vaguely familiar to him, and it piqued his interest. He slithered along the ducts until he reached a grate to a certain room. Alexander peered in.

It was a room that held the same standard furniture as all the others. Bed, desk, tv stand. The room was rather plain, bearing no decorations on the wall, nor even any telltale garbage. It was almost spotless. Even the bed was made as the short rabbit girl lay in it. Stephaine, the girl who had been with Melissa the second day of his escape, Alexander recognized her immediately. It was her scent that had driven him here, and looking in, he could see why.

Stephanie was naked as she lay in her bed, or rather, mostly naked. She wore an open jacket that did nothing to hide her private areas. Alexander looked peculiarly at the name "Zeig" on the nametag. The rabbit girl buried her nose into the jacket she wore, clutching the jacket close in one had as she furiously pumped a modestly sized purple dildo into her nether regions. She stifled her moans into the jacket, but her bed betrayed her pleasure as half of it seemed almost soaked. Alexander knew why he was drawn by her scent, she was positively in heat. He saw her body shudder as she was seemingly wracked with another orgasm. Alexander counted two more orgasms before the rabbit girl lay there gasping, her energy spent. He watched her doze off in her own afterglow, peacefully inhaling through the jacket, as if enjoying the smell of whoever this "Zeig" was.

With his show over, and his curiosity abated, Alexander continued his explorations. Aside from the usual hustle and bustle Alexander expected from a bastion of the sciences as the Protectorate compound, Alexander found little more of interest. It seems if he really wanted to get to know the place, he would have to do it another way. Apparently the ventilation ducts he traversed were limited to the common areas. However, Alexander was deeply interested in finding out exactly what sort of interests that resided in the Protectorate compound...

Alexander slithered back through the air ducts, and made his way back to his room, following the scent of well-fucked vixen. He found Melissa as he left her, and was amused to see that she was still coated in his slime. It was a dried sheen that clung to her fur and flaked off every time the vixen moved in her sleep, but it was still an amusing sight. Alexander climbed into the bed beside her, taking care not to wake her. He rationalized that he should get some rest before his meeting with the Protectorate Curator, but in reality, he just couldn't resist touching the alluring foxgirl as she slept.

He didn't think she'd mind.