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Overseer Tabitha walked along the Science Wing of Site 24 with Julian close on her heels. Her steps were hurried, her expression grim. Angry. Fierce. The pantheress hurried along the whitewashed corridors and passed into a room labeled "Weapon's Research Department." She payed no mind to the various scientists that turned to look at her passing. She walked with a furious gait before arriving at a door labeled "Lead Weapon's Designer" and banged on the door.

BANG BANG BANG. "OPEN UP!"

"Oh shit!" Frantic scurrying could be heard from the other side of the room before the sound of heavy coughing could be heard. "A-a-ah, who is it?" came a strained voice between coughs. "MATTHEWS! OPEN UP THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!"

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck..." camed a hushed voice that seemed entiely unaware that he could be heard. "J-just a sec here!" The sounds of drawers slamming and paperwork sliding around. Tabitha pinched the bridge of her nose and gave an exasperated sigh. The vampire bat behind her took a step forward, extending his claws toward the door.

"Shall I rip the door aside, Overseer?" The pantheress shook her head. "No, Julian." The vampire bat smirked. "Are you sure? You had me rip the door off last time." Tabitha shook her head again, more firmly. "And I was treated to the healthy sight of Matthew's cock as he tried to pull his pants up. I'd rather not have a repeat of that incident." "What was that site he had on the monitor again? 'Blonde Bitches in Heat'?" the bat said bemusedly. Tabitha merely pursed her lips, deciding not to say anything as she mentally blocked out the previous engagement.

The door in front of them clicked before opening. "Busty Bimbos Hardcore Anal, as a matter of fact, Mister Julian." said a rather disheveled tasmanian devil. He wore baggy blue jeans, a white shirt featuring a cartoon tasmanian devil in a "gangsta" fashion. His ballcap was worn in reverse fashion, and his bloodshot eyes betrayed him almost as much as the scent of marijuana emenating from him. He looked to Overseer Tabitha with a dumb, toothy grin. "Miss Tabitha... Uhhh, nice dye job. You look good blonde."

Tabitha shook her head, looking down. "Mister Matthews..." she said in a tone that indicated her thinning patience at the sight of him. He took a step back from the Pantheress. "Miss Tabitha... I-I-I can explain..." Tabitha grinded her teeth together. "Mr. Matthews, I understand that you are not part of this Facility, and as such are not governed by our rules, but am I to understand you are smoking marijuana on clock hours?" "I'm always on clock hours."

Miles Matthews was the Lead Weapons Designer for Facility operations, at the ripe age of nineteen. When Matthew was born, he was diagnosed with autism. Later on in his development, a behavioral specialist would realize that his capacity for organization and ritualistic playtime were marks of higher brain function, and he was chosen for observational studies. He was never observed to play too long with other kids, but it was discovered that it was more out of a sense of boredom than a lack of social skills. It was observed that he was not ritualistic in his playtime, but that he invented several games to play with himself out of his need for mental stimulation. His intellect was monitored closely from then on. His life was a study on the developmental brain functions funded by the Children's Brain Research Foundation.

Miles Matthews was tested with an IQ of one hundred and thirty six at the age of nine, and the studies continued as his capacity for intellect reached one hundred and fifty two by age sixteen. At age seventeen, he ran away. Having grown sick of the constant tests. The boring studies. The never ending monitors. He'd had enough. He ran away and stayed with a friend of his, who was an avid marijuana smoker. Having seen how Matthews lived his life, one Darren Michaels, now serving his third of five years in the state correctional facility for possession with intent to sell, thought that Miles needed to "chill out and relax."

And relax Miles did. Living for a year that Matthews remembers as nothing more than a "blurry weed haze", his creative mind managed to come up with some ideas. Ideas that he worked at, drew up on Taco Bell and White Castle napkins, and submitted to the US Patent office. For a year, Miles made money off of companies paying him for his patent ideas. Genius ideas no one had ever heard of. It was after that year on his friends couch that he was offered a job from a company called "Feidret Company Munitions" to help design a new gas pressure recoil system for their new line of automatic pistols. Pistols that were bought in bulk by a company that Miles only heard referred to as "The Facility."

It was not long before Miles Matthews was approached by an alligator in a black suit who offered him a job. Miles refused. He already made more money than he could ever dream of. It was only when a bespectacled pantheress appeared in front of him that he started to take the offer seriously. She offered him more money than even he'd ever seen, to come design weapons for what Miles assumed was the CIA. Or the FBI. Or the Secret Service. All he knew was that the pantheress called Tabitha offered him resources and a full research team to do with as he pleased to create. A sandbox paycheck that as long as he was cranking out something. Whether it be weapons, tools, defense systems, or even just more patents that could be auctioned off to the highest bidder, as long as Miles was creating something, he'd be taken care of.

Of course, Miles was a savvy negotiator. He arranged his contract to allow him to be an entity unto himself, not governed by all of the Facility's rules. He was restricted only to certain places in the Facility, but he did not answer to guards, he did not answer to other researchers. He had no OS clearance, save for his own special clearance within the Development Labs. His contract also allowed recreational use of marijuana, a clause personally waived by Tabitha. She figured that a little marijuana use was not damnable considering the rest of her associates, and Miles had been nothing but an asset to the Foundation that he'd payed for his contract a hundredfold over the last year and a half that he'd been employed. His inventions saved them a lot of money, and his patents made them a lot of money. If Miles had not been in Facility employ, he may have been one of the richest and most powerful people in the US.

Fortunately, Miles thought a blanket policy forbidding his arrest for possession was priceless and worth the sacrifice.

However, this knowledge was of little comfort to Tabitha as she stared at the teenager reeking of weed in front of her. "Matthews..." Tabitha uttered before the Tasmanian devil interrupted her frantically. "It was only four hits, please. I swear. I'm still good for whatever you needed me to do, honest! I do my best work after I've taken a few hits anyway, I swe-"

Miles' voice was cut off by the nickel-plated pistol currently aiming at his head. "Stop. Talking." Tabitha seethed. She couldn't take the smell of his choice drug rolling at her in torrents of smoke from the teenager's mouth. Miles' looked afraid for his life and whimpered a little. Tabitha almost felt a little guilty. Almost.

"Now Miles, you're going to do something for me, and you're going to do it silently, okay?" The Tasmanian devil nodded. "I know you have backdoor passwords to the mainframe. I want to know who it was that locked me inside with 222." The teenager nodded, his bloodshot eyes watery with understanding as he trembled at the gun in front of his snout. He slowly moved to his computer, and pressed a few buttons. He slowly sat down in his chair and turned to the monitor, typing so fast that Tabitha could not differentiate between keystrokes. A piece of paper slid out of the printer on Miles' desk, and Tabitha grabbed it. The teenager quietly spoke, "There. That's the complete log. It was Radcliffe. Radcliffe set the override bypass..."

Tabitha raised an eyebrow at the teenager. "To say that out loud. With so many hidden monitors through the compound. You're a brave one." The teenager gave a sigh, looking dejectedly at the ground. "I don't do this cloak and dagger shit, Miss Tabitha. I'm just here to make the money and smoke myself blind." Tabitha rolled her eyes, "On duty hours, no less."

Miles' ears pressed flat, "I smoke on clock hours all the time, Miss Tabitha." he admitted, "That security grid for 158, I was out of my mind trying to build a laser bong, hehe... But everyone's got something, you know? People gotta deal with knowing what's in those cells all the time.

Tabitha's expression softened as she lowered her gun. "You knew what we were when you signed on. You agreed to this."

The teenager sighed, a sad look coming over his bloodshot eyes as he sank into his chair. "This place makes monsters outta people..." he looked up at Tabitha accusingly, "And not all of them are Experiments." Tabitha looked at the teenager and felt what might have been a twinge of pity. "So it seems... Miles. Thank you for this information." The tasmanian devil shrugged, "Nah, it wasn't nothing. I had already looked for myself... they'll know it was me that told you, though."

"I shall double up on your security detail."

Miles shook his head. "That'd probably only get me killed faster, hehe... Don't you worry, Miss Tabitha. Aint no one gonna get to me." he tapped his head, "Even when I'm high as a kite, I'm still smarter than any mother fucker you got under you."

Tabitha was not convinced, but she nodded all the same. "If that's what you want, then fine."

The tasmanian teenager gave a laugh. "I really hope you get the fuckers. I was rooting for you the whole time." "Is that so?" " 'Course, I like you better than any of those cocksuckers, heh." Tabitha felt bad for pointing a gun at him.

"If ever you should need anything, Mister Matthews, do not heasitate to ask." the pantheress said in her businesslike tone. "Well, I could use a hot intern with huge tits and a friendly mouth-EY!" Miles gave a yelp as the gun was pointing at him again. "Was a joke! Was a joke!" he scrambled, falling over in his chair.

Julian caught the chair before it tipped, "Don't we all, kid?" the vampire bat said bemusedly before laughing. "If you are quite done..." Tabitha seethed. "We are leaving." The pantheress turned heel and stormed off. Julian looked to Miles and smiled toothily, causing the teenager to grin aloofly right back. "You're an allright dude, Julian..." Miles said. The bat nodded, "And you're not half bad for a fleshbag."

****

"Yes, that's it, my lovelies. Just like that..." moaned Professor Garron as he sat in his chair. His legs were spread with the heads of Ginger and Jenna between them. The large bear's pants were around his ankles, his suit top opened as he leaned back into his leather chair. He sighed contentedly as his girls worked. He held a vial of Serum in his hand, which he slowly trickled down into his lap.

Jenna's dexterous tongue lapped every drop off of his head and shaft, while Ginger eagerly sucked the dregs off of his balls. Their tongues roamed his cock desperately searching for more. "Oh yes..." he exhaled, "Such good girls... Daddy's lovely little girls..."

Professor Garron moved his hand, dripping a little bit of serum onto Jenna's bare chest, which Ginger attacked eagerly. The mousegirl licked the tiger's chest and started sucking on her nipples attentively, while the tigergirl was burying the bear's cock in her mouth. Ginger's expert attentions caused Jenna to moan around the bear meat, further pleasing Professor Garron as the vibrations from her throat massaged his cock gently as she sucked. "Daddy loves you, you know that?"

The girls moaned in ecstasy as he dripped more serum onto his shaft. Ginger moved from Jenna's breasts to Garron's shaft. The tigergirl diligently sucked on his head as the mouse dutifully ran her tongue all over the bear's shaft. "Such pretty little cocksuckers, yes you are..." Garron whispered. "Show daddy how much you love him..."

Jenna and Ginger proceed to kiss each other over Garron's cock. Their tongues entwined over the bruin shaft as they licked the serum from each other's mouths. Garron poured the rest of his vial out over the two serum-addicted girls making out, only spurring on their frezied tongue lashings. "Daddy's gonna cum for you now... be ready..."

The bear gritted his teeth as he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching, no match for the dexterous tongues of his trained sex slaves. He growled fiercely as his cock started spurting, the two girls catching ever drop. "Don't spill any of it my prettys..." the bear said as his orgasm came to a stop. "Not a drop..." he said as he slumped in his chair, completely spent. CRASH!

The door to the office burst open and Professor Garron attempted to get to his feet, but could not gain the leverage to lift himself from his chair when he could not close his legs due to the dutiful girls still cleaning his cock. He could only watch helplessly as the Overseer stormed into his office with her pet experiment in tow.

"GARRON!" she yelled. "What is the meaning of this!" The bear smiled smarmily at the pantheress. "Overseer. What a pleasant surprise. I am so glad to see that you managed to pull through. Locked in with 222... tsk tsk tsk. Terrible tragedy. Terrible." Tabitha merely glared at the bear. "You would know, you little-"

"My dear Overseer. Are you implying that I had anything to do with this? Surely someone like me could not possibly have had anything to do with-"

"Fuck you, Garron. I know it was you that put Radcliffe up to it. Radcliffe is a fucking coward who pisses himself at the sight of me. I will find that sicks to your bear ass, and when I find do, I'll make 222 fuck YOU to death..."

The bear merely smiled toothily at the Overseer as the two girls continued to lick his cock despite him not pouring any serum. He was thankful for them. It made him look even more nonchalant as he was berated. "A terrible accusation against my character, Miss Tabitha. I don't have the clearance to have anything to do with such a horrible fate that befell you. You are traumatized, and suffering post traumatic stress disorder manifesting in paranoid delusional psychosis. Tsk tsk tsk. A terrible tragedy, to be sure. I'll be sure to recommend to the psychiatrist that you're expressing behavior entirely unfit for Overseer duty. You need a nice vaca-"

CLICK.

Tabitha brought her pistol to aim right at Professor Garron's head. The bear held his smile, "Really, Overseer. Are you going to kill me? I don't think that even the Overseer can gloss over murder. They'll depose you and lock you in with the D-Class. Tsk tsk tsk, avoiding one terrible fate only to land yourself in another all because we couldn't control our temper..."

The pantheress lowered her gun. The bear's smirk only grew wider. "I thought not, Overseer. Now do please be a dear and close the door behind you on the way out. I am entertaining company." Tabitha stared daggers at the smug bear. "I will find something that leads back to you, Garron."

"Yes yes yes, but until then, would you be so kind as to leave my office?" Tabitha seethed before turning heel. "Julian. We're leaving." Professor Garron watched the pantheress leave, but just as she passed the door, he called out. "Oh, and Overseer?" Tabitha paused and looked back at the smarmy grin on Professor Garron's face. "Absolutely love what you've done with your hair."

BLAM. Jenna's head exploded in a red mist of gore and skull. Garron writhed on the ground as his blood spread on the carpet below him. "OOOOOOOW! YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Tabitha watched the bear write on the ground. The bullet had passed through the tiger's skull and into Professor Garron's thigh. His blood pooled on the red carpet below him as the bear thrashed about, clutching his thigh. His screamed died down as his thrashing stopped, settling down to apply pressure to his gunshot wound. "I'll get you... I'll kill you.... you're fucking dead, bitch.... you're fucking dead..."

"You first." Tabitha said before walking away. The mousegirl Ginger sat looking dazed and confused. Covered in blood and tiger brain, she looked about for where the serum was.

"Julian. Grab the mouse." "Hehehe. Allright... Tabby." BLAM