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The AdvAnTAGE Project

By

Mantrid Brizon

Episode 20: Out In The Open

Opening his eyes, he looks around the room. Rolling over in bed, he winces as he stretches his muscles, letting out a subtle groan. As his senses gradually sharpen, he pulls off the covers and sits up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He hears a strange noise coming from the kitchen and his heart begins to race. He grabs his pistol from the nightstand, a customized Jericho 941, and stands to his feet. After a moment, however, he begins to calm down. The memories gradually return.

“Kris? Is that you?"

He steps closer to the door, only to stop when he feels the pistol in his hand. He decides to leave it on the nightstand. Peeking into the hallway and looking both ways, he slowly makes his way toward the kitchen. Passing an opened door, he glances inside. The bed is empty, the sheets and pillows having already been straightened. Separate bedrooms are one of the only things that he's been able to insist upon; Krystal treats the home as hers, similar to how she treats him. Smelling the sweet aroma, Agent Sharpe steps into the kitchen and leans against the archway. He cannot help but watch, a little smile spreading across his often-expressionless face.

Standing before the stove, Krystal wears only a red apron to protect her beautiful, snow-white fur. Her perky butt is on full display as her bushy tail sways from side to side. Though it initially unnerved him, his almost meek suggestions that his partner don clothes while at home were completely ignored. The AdvAnimal girl is very willful. However, over time, he's grown quite used to seeing her in nothing but her fur. Now he often finds himself feeling more awkward when they're out on missions, when she wears her elegant dresses and her favorite red cardigan.

She hums a little tune as she tends to the skillet, flipping over pancakes with a long spatula. With the food nearly finished, she turns toward him and smiles, her eyes scanning his athletic form. He stands in the opening, wearing only his boxer-briefs. He cannot help himself either, and examines her voluptuous form, his eyes pausing as he gazes upon her ample breasts, which are only barely hidden by the tapering upper portion of her apron. He quickly looks away, before his interest is too difficult to conceal.

“Good morning, Kris."

She smiles a little wider and waves at him, then walks toward the kitchen table, her claws clicking against the linoleum tile. She sets the freshest of the pancakes atop a plate and pantomimes with her head. Approaching the table, Agent Sharpe pulls out the chair and takes a seat, while the snow-white, Siberian Husky AdvAnimal girl places the remaining pancakes onto her own plate. As she walks toward the sink to set the skillet aside, Agent Sharpe swiftly leans over, taking the plates and quietly switching them, giving her the freshest pancakes. Turning around and returning to the table, she doesn't seem to notice, pulling out her chair and taking a seat across from him.

“Thanks, Kris." He says as she passes him silverware and pours him a glass of orange juice.

“Mmm!" She smiles.

“You know..."

“Hm?"

“I've grown used to a lot of things... But I don't think I'll ever get used to you taking care of me. Sometimes when I wake up and smell your cooking, I become confused. I have to remind myself that I'm not alone anymore..."

Her smile fades, a somber look on her face. Reaching a clawed hand across the table, Krystal places it just over his, softly brushing his pale flesh with her thumb. Looking around the room for a moment, Krystal promptly leaves the table and collects a small device from the living room. Attaching it to her wrist with a thick, padded bracer, the electronic device is similar in form to a 90s era PDA, complete with a cover to protect the small keyboard. Flipping up the cover as she reclaims her seat, Krystal uses her claws to type on the device.

“You don't have to be afraid, Daniel. I will always be by your side." A feminine, electronic voice speaks through a small speaker on her device.

“Thanks, Kris, and I'll always be there for you, too. You know that, right?"

Krystal bows her head rather bashfully, only to turn her icy blue eyes up and stare at him. Her lips curl into a very sinister, downright lustful grin. After a moment, however, it fades, as if she's realizing that he's far more than merely an attractive body. They've grown so close, so quickly; he's thoughtful, honest and forthright, and has always been mindful of her well-being. He always includes her, and insists that she accompany him on every mission. She turns her eyes away and begins to type on her device.

“Are you alright, Kris?" A concerned Agent Sharpe asks.

She types a little more, then presses a button.

“Yes." The voice speaks. “I'm fine. I'm more than fine. I'm very thankful to have been assigned to you, as I don't think anyone else would be so thoughtful or kind, and you are certainly the most attractive Agent I could've been paired with."

“Well, aren't you a good liar. They taught you well!" He teases.

“I'm serious. You are the best thing about my life, Daniel. I never had happiness until we met."

Turning her eyes away from the small keyboard of her device, Krystal stares into his eyes. His smirk fades, replaced with a subtle but warm grin. They share a long gaze, and Agent Sharpe begins to lean over the table. Meeting him halfway, Krystal is pleasantly surprised when her partner strokes her cheek before giving her a kiss. It's more than a simple peck on the lips, but it's still rather benign. It's the first true expression on affection he's given her since he called her out on her secret mission to seduce him, a mission that she's long since forgotten about.

His growing fondness for her makes her heart race, and the young AdvAnimal woman finds herself flashing a toothy grin, overcome by her giddiness. With a little chuckle, he strokes her cheek again and sits back down. Finally, they begin their meal, pouring melted butter and maple syrup over their pancakes. Immediately after taking a bite, Krystal furls her brow.

“Did you give me your plate again?" She asks through her device.

“Maybe..."

“Daniel! ... Please don't do that. I want you to have the freshest food."

“Well, so do I. After all you do for me, you deserve it." He retorts.

“I'm trying to be nice to you, so don't be a shit-head. Eat the food I give you or you will upset me."

Krystal narrows her eyes and gives him a very particular gaze. It's identical to the look she had when she spied on him in the shower, on their first night together.

“Well, I certainly don't want to do that." He remarks, pouring her orange juice for her.

“I'm starting to think you want to be punished." She replies through her device.

As he looks into her eyes, she winks and then licks her lips with the tip of her tongue. It's very clear what she's threatening.

“Heh... Maybe..."

“Mmmm..." She coos. “I've been wondering when we'd get to do that. I've been very patient with you." She types out on her device.

“And I appreciate that."

Lifting a hand and reaching behind her, Krystal very methodically unties the bow knot which holds her apron to her waist. Just as it loosens, the strands of fabric dangling down, the wall-mounted telephone rings. Rising to his feet and letting out an annoyed sigh, Agent Sharpe quickly traverses the room and picks up the phone.

“Hello? ... Yes... What sort of an assignment? ... Understood. We can be there right-... Oh? ... Just me? ... Are you sure? ... It's just that I don't go anywhere without my partner... No, that's not negotiable..."

Krystal feels her face flushing as he speaks, a warmth growing in the very core of her chest.

“Really?! ... That doesn't sound like a job for Agents... Are you sure I don't-... I see... Okay. In that case, it won't be a problem... Understood... Alright. I'll be there in twenty."

Hanging up the phone, Agent Sharpe approaches Krystal, who watches him from her place at the table. Draping an arm over her shoulders, he leans in and kisses the top of her head, a humble gesture and one that he's done many times before.

“Thanks for breakfast, but I have a mission. All they want me to do is go to the airfield and escort a package to building A-2. It'll be quick, so I figure there's no need in making you get dressed for something so trivial. Not sure why they asked me to do this, though, but no matter. Anyway, I'll be back soon, Kris." He says as he heads for the hallway.

“No." She quickly replies through her device.

“I'm sorry?" He glances back at her, looking over his shoulder.

“You heard me. Sit down with me and eat your breakfast."

“But I told them I'd be there in twenty. The airfield is on the other side of town!" He exclaims.

“I'm not asking."

“Kris!"

“Don't 'Kris' me. If you're so worried, then eat fast, but you aren't leaving until that plate is clean."

“..."

“Sit that cute ass down."

Taking her hand away from her device and reaching behind her apron, Krystal pulls out a small, silver pistol, which she'd hidden in a secret pocket that's sewn in, just beneath her large and perky breasts. Her bust aids in concealing the weapon's silhouette. Setting the Sig-Sauer P232 atop the table, she narrows her icy blue eyes, glaring at him. As they stare at each other, she methodically cocks the hammer of the .380 ACP pistol.

“Fine..." He grumbles, returning to his chair and taking a seat.

With her chipper demeanor returning, Krystal closes her eyes and cocks her head as she smiles so innocently, before returning her attention to her breakfast. After a few bites, she takes a moment to type on her bracer.

“See? Isn't this nice?" She asks.

“Rrmm..." He grumbles, collecting his silverware.

“Don't be mad, daddy. Breakfast is the most important meal."

“It's really weird when you call me that." He says, before taking another bite of pancakes.

“Hehe!" She giggles. “I know." She types out on her device.

Jogging toward the building's entrance a short while later, Agent Sharpe gasps for breath. Seeing him so hastily approaching, two other Agents turn toward him. Both men stand in their matching suits and sunglasses, showing visible surprise in Agent Sharpe's near tardiness.

“Agent Sharpe? Are you alright?" Agent Stevenson asks, taking a step closer.

“Yeah. You were almost late." Agent Grey comments.

“Just... Ugh... Full..." He speaks through labored breaths.

“Huh?"

“Kris... She wouldn't let me leave, hhff-hhff, until I, hhff, ate my breakfast." Agent Sharpe explains, resting a hand over his abdomen. “I just ran a mile with, ugh, a half dozen pancakes in my stomach... Oh, god... I think I'm going to be sick..."

“Aww. That's kind of cute." Agent Stevenson remarks.

Slowly turning his head, Agent Sharpe glares at his colleague for a moment, before methodically removing his mirrored sunglasses from the breast pocket of his suit-jacket and placing them over his eyes.

“I'm just saying, I think it's sweet that she cares about you so much. Persephone is the same way. She hangs onto me like a shipwrecked survivor clinging onto one of those ring buoys. It took a little while to get used to it, but now I don't know what I'd do without her." Agent Stevenson continues.

“Yeah. Angelina is the same way. She goes out of her way to be sweet to me. She's like a 1950s housewife. It was weird at first, but now I find myself returning all of the favors, and the strangest thing? I like it." Agent Grey adds.

“... Get into character." Agent Sharpe grumbles.

“Yes, sir..." Both Agents murmur.

Entering the building, a large hangar at the end of the humble airport, which serves the secret town, they find themselves looking upon a detachment of Special Operations soldiers. Heavily armed and wearing black and gray uniforms, they guard a large, metal box, thin but tall, and rectangular.

“This is your package. He's to be taken to building A-2, checked in by Dr. Blackmore and kept under guard until he's shown to his accommodations, at which point you're free to continue your day. Questions?" A Lieutenant in a black beret asks.

“Who is 'he'?" Agent Sharpe asks in a cold monotone.

“Oh, sorry! I forgot to let him out!" The Lieutenant chuckles.

With a wave of his hand, he commands several of his subordinates to open the container. They flip the latches and push open the lid, revealing a frightened Dr. Chavez, still strapped down and wearing an oxygen mask. Though he does his best to hide his amusement, Agent Sharpe cracks the faintest of smiles. The panicked Dr. Chavez looks around the room, panting into the oxygen mask, which steams up with his frightened breaths.

“I see... We'll ensure that he finds his new home."

“See that you do, Agents. The bosses were very clear; he's to serve a purpose, and only that one purpose. Otherwise, he's to be confined. Twenty-four-hour surveillance, and no privileges."

“Understood."

The soldiers remove the Agent's cargo from the box, undoing his straps and pulling the oxygen mask from his face. As soon as he's clear of the metal box, they place Dr. Chavez in waist chains and leg irons, before slapping on handcuffs and chaining everything together. Barely able to walk in the constricting metal bindings, he's dragged along by the Agents, who are escorted to a Jeep Wrangler with solid black paint, except for a red pinstripe. Claiming the driver's seat, Agent Sharpe adjusts the rearview mirror so that he can glance at Dr. Chavez, who is chained into the back seat by Agent Stevenson.

Driving through the already opened hangar door, they travel down a two-lane asphalt road. It stretches nearly the width of the hidden town, not quite four miles. Within minutes, they arrive at building A-2, Telivima's hospital. Dr. Blackmore not only runs the hospital, but oversees the entirety of Purple Base, and serves as the town's Mayor. Dr. Chavez grows increasingly anxious as he watches the modest homes passing by, constructed in a similar fashion to the cookie cutter suburbs of the 1950s and 60s.

When the hospital comes into view, he whimpers. Agent Sharpe glances into the rearview mirror, only to see that he's crying. Somehow, the pitiful sight begins to unnerve the icy cold Agent, who silently gulps and returns his attention to the road. Upon reaching the hospital, they drag their prisoner out of the vehicle, through the double doors and into the main lobby. The three Agents, led by Agent Sharpe, find themselves checking in at a security desk. A man with spiky brown hair, a muscular build and a neatly trimmed goatee watches them closely.

A Doberman AdvAnimal girl stands beside her human handler, who's seated at the computer. She wears a very familiar, tightly fitting, black bodysuit, which clings to her voluptuous form. A red and black SCCY CPX-2 pistol sits in a custom-made Kydex holster, along with a belt of gear. She looks over the Agents, judging their authenticity as her handler swipes their badges. Her eyes narrow as she carefully examines Dr. Chavez, glaring at the pitiful human. She leans forward, resting her clawed hands atop the counter, her biceps pushing against her bust, accentuating it. She curls her lips, snarling rather quietly at the human, as if to intimidate him.

“Down, girl."

The male handler quite casually gives the Doberman AdvAnimal's tight butt a little smack. She coos and quickly obeys. Standing upright, she drapes an arm over his shoulders and leans against him. He responds by slipping an arm around her slender waist and giving her hip a little squeeze, typing quite competently with one hand. Her hand slithers down from his shoulder and rests upon his chest as she makes herself comfortable. It's clear from their behavior that they're a bonded pair, and likely live together in one of the village houses.

“Alright, you're clear. Dr. Blackmore would like a word with you. Follow the red lines to find the offices. He's at the end of the hall." The handler says, lifting his hand off of his girl's hip and pointing toward a sturdy security door.

Pressing the button and buzzing them in, the Agents follow the rather archaic line system, reminiscent of many hospitals. Dr. Chavez occasionally wriggles about as Agents Stevenson and Grey pull him along, but otherwise he's as meek and cowardly as ever. Finally reaching the offices at the northwest corner of the hospital, they approach Dr. Blackmore's door. It abruptly swings open.

“Ah, gentlemen! Pleased to see you here, and right on time, too!" Dr. Blackmore chirps as he enters the hall.

“We have your package, Doctor."

“Yes, I see! How unfortunate, Dr. Chavez... Truly, I cannot understand why you insist on making us clean up your mess..." Dr. Blackmore sighs and crosses his arms, slowly shaking his head. “I trust your trip was comfortable?"

“Yeah..." Dr. Chavez murmurs.

“Good! I'm sure you'll find your time here to be nice and cushy! What a bright future you have!" Dr. Blackmore says with a sadistic giggle. “Please, come with me."

Flanking Dr. Blackmore, the middle-aged man leads them through the hospital complex, silent as the grave. Pushing open a set of double doors, they make their way into an observation wing. Many modestly sized rooms line the corridor, a large window beside the solitary doorway and revealing what's inside. Room after room contains a medical bed, and lying atop these beds are pregnant women. All of them are AdvAnimals. The Agents, being the tip of Sovereign Six's spear, are privy to much of the shadow government's files.

They know for a fact that these AdvAnimals are all from Red Base. Having been used in dozens of breeding experiments with human volunteers, they've since been paired with their lovers, who've also been moved to Telivima, alongside their women. Their lovers sit beside them, comforting the soon-to-be mothers. However, as they move further down the hall, they find several human women sprinkled throughout the wing. Of these few humans, most are strapped to their beds and all alone. One, however, is decidedly different. Seeing the familiar brunette in a room, seated beside a brown furred, male horse AdvAnimal, Agent Stevenson's eyes grow wide.

“Hey, is that Regina?! How many times is she-"

Seeing the glare that Agent Sharpe gives him, Agent Stevenson stops mid-sentence, taking a moment to remove the humanity from his voice.

“Ahem... I believe I noticed Mrs. Regina Edmond in one of those rooms, Doctor. She's here, again?"

“Oh, yes, indeed! Ever since her husband, Barnabas, gave her that first child almost three years ago, they've kept at it. Like clockwork, they churn out a second gen every eight months." Dr. Blackmore replies.

“She's very dedicated." Agent Grey remarks.

“She's certainly something! That woman has the appetite of two men, if you know what I mean." Dr. Blackmore chuckles.

“I'm sure Mr. Edmond doesn't mind." Agent Stevenson struggles to hide a smirk.

“Of that, I'm certain!" Dr. Blackmore laughs.

Dr. Chavez merely sneers and hangs his head, showing his disgust. As they pass the last of the rooms, Agent Sharpe turns his head, looking inside. He's drawn to a very familiar figure. Lying in bed is none other than Harriet, the first AdvAnimal. She holds the hand of her husband, Ozzy, while a young woman in a nurse's uniform runs an ultrasound over her swollen belly. She points to the screen, which displays their image of their first baby, speaking warmly to them. Harriet speaks back, her simple sentences muffled by the glass. The nurse turns toward Ozzy, who asks her his own series of questions.

Seeing Agent Sharpe as he passes by, Harriet smiles and waves her fingertips. Agent Sharpe flashes her a warm smile and raises a hand, waving back to her. For as many years as he'd spent protecting her, she's one of the few who can make him break character. Passing through another set of double doors, they note the signs as they continue through the sprawling complex. Soon, they're almost to the southeast side of the building.

“Alright... Almost there!"

Standing before a security booth, Dr. Blackmore swipes his badge and then waits for a visual identification. A buzzer startles Dr. Chavez, whose chains rattle as Dr. Blackmore opens the door to the small psychiatric wing of the hospital. It'd been built in the event that they might need it, though AdvAnimals, so far, show no signs whatsoever of mental unwellness. Two orderlies, who look as cold and emotionless as the Agents, stand on either side of a door. It leads to a small room, similar to the observation rooms of the much larger wing for expecting mothers.

Taking the key from the Agents, Dr. Blackmore and his orderlies unshackle Dr. Chavez. Upon request, Agent Stevenson steps inside, acting as security as they prepare Dr. Chavez. The terrified man is forced to strip naked, where he's given a rather cold and clinical examination, to check his health and also ensure that he hasn't smuggled anything into the facility. Dr. Chavez is then forced over the medical bench, his chest and face slammed into the thin padding. He struggles with the orderlies who bend him over, nearly knocking the injector gun out of Dr. Blackmore's hands.

Maintaining his inhuman demeanor, Agent Stevenson draws his Jericho 941 and takes aim at the wriggling Dr. Chavez, who no longer seems to care whether he lives or dies. He calmly instructs Dr. Chavez to calm down, lest he be shot. Dr. Blackmore appears to panic, looking through several drawers for something.

“Help them." Agent Sharpe instructs.

“Sir?" Agent Grey turns toward him.

“Now..."

“Yes, sir."

Rushing inside, Agent Grey helps to hold down Dr. Chavez, who grows increasingly violent. With three strong men keeping him in place, Dr. Blackmore returns with a syringe, a vial, and the injector gun. He gives Dr. Chavez a shot, and within seconds his muscles relax. No longer struggling, Dr. Blackmore injects the weeping Dr. Chavez in the back of the neck with the injector gun, inserting a chip just beneath the skin. Agent Sharpe is reminded of the process of chipping cats and dogs, or tagging animals.

Though initially amused that the man responsible for Amy Chen's death was finally receiving a proper comeuppance, watching the pitiful Dr. Chavez as he begs to God for help leaves Agent Sharpe torn. For as much as he'd hoped for something like this to one day happen to the man who's caused him so much agony, the fear in Jose's voice and the shedding of his many tears cuts him down to the bone. The Agent closes his eyes and shakes his head, reminding himself of exactly who it is he's feeling sorry for.

As the drugs take effect, the orderlies, with Agent Stevenson assisting them, carry the naked Dr. Chavez out of the room. Dr. Blackmore retrieves a patient's gown from a drawer, then he and Agent Grey return to Agent Sharpe.

“Well, that was unexpected!" Dr. Blackmore chuckles. “I didn't think he had so much fight in him."

“Where are you taking him?" Agent Sharpe asks.

“There's a nice, padded room for him at the far end. Nothing in there for him to use to harm himself, and we never turn the lights off, either. It's nice, bright and cushy, as I said." The Doctor jests.

“I see..."

“Why is he being imprisoned?" Agent Grey asks, unable to hide his curiosity.

“Oh, they didn't tell you?!" Dr. Blackmore appears surprised.

“No..." Agent Sharpe murmurs.

“This mission was very short-notice." Agent Grey replies.

“Well, it seems that Dr. Chavez has been struggling with his conscience. He's leaked data to an outside source, and I've been told that the bosses want Unifact to release the first wave early. His punishment, I'm told, is to be sequestered here, indefinitely, and when he's needed, he'll serve as a member of the staff. They seem keen on making him work with all of the AdvAnimals. His first assignment is to assist in Harriet's first child, which is just around the corner!"

“If that's the case, Dr. Blackmore, isn't it unwise to allow him to work in the hospital? After what he's just done..." Agent Grey asks.

“Oh, he'll be under constant surveillance! The implant in his neck not only monitors his location but also his stress levels and a slew of other things. I'm told they'll be able to predict any future outbursts based on those readings, with a 98% degree of accuracy. This hospital also has a top-of-the-line security system, which I'm told has less than 0.5% blind spots, and when he's out of his cell, he'll be under constant supervision. He's never to be left alone with any of his patients, and absolutely no sharp objects! Anyway, we'll worry about him later. We have more important matters to attend to."

“Such as?" Agent Sharpe turns to the Doctor.

“You guys may want to return home and pack. I hear that you have a big trip coming up!" Dr. Blackmore says with a little chuckle and a confident grin.

Leaving the hospital, the three Agents climb into the Jeep. Agent Sharpe drives the men to their homes, which they share with their female AdvAnimal partners, just as he does.

“It's good to be back!" Agent Stevenson chirps as he takes off his sunglasses and climbs out of the Jeep.

“You sound happy..." Agent Sharpe slowly turns his head, glaring at Agent Stevenson.

“Oh, come on! We're off duty now! Sometimes I think you take those rules too far. We don't need the act when we're not on missions." Agent Stevenson retorts.

Agent Sharpe merely shakes his head at the young Agent, nearly fifteen-years his junior.

“You'd better get packing, kid. You never know when the bosses are going to call." Agent Grey speaks casually, also removing his sunglasses and slipping them into the breast pocket of his suit jacket.

“I hope they don't call us too soon. I'm hoping to spend some quality time with Persephone." Agent Stevenson gives them a wink.

“Already?!" Agent Grey lets out a little chuckle. “Moving kind of fast, aren't you, sport?"

“Hey, you look at her body and tell me it isn't begging for attention!" Agent Stevenson retorts. “Besides, I've seen Angelina and Krystal. They're good looking, too."

Agent Sharpe swiftly turns his head away, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Hey, watch how you talk about my Angel..." Agent Grey snaps.

“See?! I bet you two are going to go home and do the very same thing, so don't get all sanctimonious with me! See you later."

“Damn kids..." Agent Grey chuckles and shakes his head.

Reaching the top of the steps, the door opens and Persephone, an AdvAnimal girl created from blending a human and skunk, emerges from within. She wears a bikini that appears to be a few sizes too small. The black and white furred woman with a slender but busty build, a big, fluffy tail and small, rounded ears, happily embraces her partner and lover. Agent Stevenson and Persephone share a kiss that straddles the line between intense passion and unbridled lust, before stumbling into the house and slamming the door shut. The other Agents, still sitting in the Jeep, watch from the curb.

“Eh, he's right though." Agent Grey suddenly remarks.

Agent Sharpe raises his brow in surprise, though he refrains from speaking.

“... What? All that time with a sweet, doting, physically attractive and sexually receptive female around; it's hard not to give in..."

Agent Sharpe continues to stare.

“Okay! Angelina and I have been lovers since like... Day two or three. Happy now?"

Shaking his head, Agent Sharpe lets out a sigh and shifts the Jeep into drive.

“Are you saying that you and Krystal... You've never?!"

“I don't recall saying anything..." Agent Sharpe grumbles.

“Wow... As stern as you are, I would've thought otherwise. I imagined you'd have bent Krystal over and really f-"

“Keep her name out of your mouth!" Agent Sharpe suddenly snarls.

“Heh... See? With that attitude, you easily fooled me."

“I don't know what you mean..."

“It's okay. I love Angelina, too."

“Stop talking..." Agent Sharpe growls.

“Yes, sir." Agent Grey flashes a little grin.

“Oh, any between you and I... Don't tell anyone you love her. You know the rules."

“Do the rules count with AdvAnimals?"

“I don't know..." Agent Sharpe murmurs. “And I'm not sure I want to find out."

After dropping off Agent Grey, Agent Sharpe watches as Angelina dashes through the front door, down the steps and races up to her partner. Wearing only a skimpy summer dress, the rather short but busty Siamese cat girl practically leaps into Agent Grey's arms. He holds her up as she embraces him, his hands gripping firmly to her thighs, before setting her large, paw-like feet on the grass of their nicely cut lawn. Giving her a passionate kiss, he slides his hands all over her curvy figure, unafraid to show his affection for her. The AdvAnimal has a build very similar to Krystal's, except shorter and with a little bit more padding around her waist and thighs.

“See you soon, I guess." Agent Grey turns back to Agent Sharpe.

“Yeah... Have a good day, Agent Grey."

“Likewise."

After returning the Jeep to the hangar, Agent Sharpe walks back home, taking the time to think. As he walks up the steps, removing his sunglasses, the front door opens and Krystal stands before him, her arms crossed beneath her fully exposed bust. Her cocky smile swiftly fades upon seeing his forlorn expression. She ushers him inside. Taking a seat on the couch, Agent Sharpe sighs and leans his head back. Krystal stands near the coffee table and presents him with his favorite drink. He pays her no attention. She opens the can, but he still stares straight ahead, looking at the far corner of the ceiling.

The echoes of Dr. Chavez's pleas ring out in his head. Realizing that something is terribly wrong, Krystal moves around the table, sets the can aside and then sits down on the couch. Leaning over, she wraps her arms around his, giving him a pull. She's able to manipulate his arm quite easily, placing his hand on her inner thigh. Even this only garner her a very subdued response; he turns his head and looks at her. Fearing for her partner, she rests her head on his shoulder and gently nuzzles his bicep, her eyes turned up and staring into his.

“I saw something today..." He speaks very softly.

“Hm?" She nuzzles him with her snout, acting sweeter and cuter than usual.

“Kris? Am I evil?"

She's taken aback, sitting upright and letting go of him. Looking down at her bracer, she quickly types away on the small keyboard.

“Why would you ever say such a thing, Daniel?"

“Because... I've done evil things. I've sat by and watched evil acts. They keep saying all this is for the greater good, and my training tells me to obey... It keeps me grounded, reminds me that I'm just a cog in a grand machine, but... I don't like how I feel... This, right here and right now, it's the only peace I have in my life."

Touched by his words, the often-assertive Krystal cannot help herself. She rests her clawed hands on his cheeks and gives him a loving kiss. After pulling away from him and looking into his eyes, he leans in and returns the gesture. He doesn't hesitate. However, they quickly find themselves unable to stop, and in short order, Krystal has loosened his tie, unbuckled his belt and pulled out his tucked-in shirt. She rises to her feet, pulling at his tie with a gentle firmness, continuing to kiss him with all of the passion she has to offer.

Her partner, however, remains seated. He appears conflicted, torn between wanting to follow her and wanting to wallow in misery. He removes his tie as he leans forward, as though he's about to stand up. Agent Sharpe doesn't move, staring at the floor and his polished, black shoes. Krystal acts fast and types on her device.

“If you were evil, I wouldn't love you, Daniel. I see your heart, and it is very good, otherwise the things you have done would not bother you so much. Please, come to bed with me. I want to comfort you."

Seeing her warm smile and her outstretched hand, Agent Sharpe finally relents. He slowly rises to his feet, takes hold of her hand, and follows her down the hallway, passing her bedroom and entering his. Hearing a door slam, Donnie jolts in bed, only to open his eyes and find himself lying beside Victoria. She lets out a soft groan as she stretches, having fallen asleep beside him, after the long and passionate moment they'd shared together.

It'd been a long time for Donnie, longer than he'd care to admit. It was Victoria's first. Her virginal blood still stains the sheets they're sleeping on. Somehow, though, they'd managed to make love for over an hour before he finally released, spilling his seed deep within her. After that, they held each other and fell asleep. How late is it? Rolling over in bed, he's shocked to see that he and his lover have slept through the afternoon and into the evening, as it's nearly eight o' clock at night. He turns his head and gazes upon the AdvAnimal woman, who sleeps so comfortably to his right.

With her long, sleek legs nearly touching the footboard, the silver furred mare rests her head on his shoulder. She places a hand on his chest as she rolls over, her sapphire eyes closed as she sleeps peacefully. Unable to resist the urge, he reaches out and brushes the white hair away from her face, caressing her soft fur with his fingertips. She coos as she shifts, her large and full, womanly mounds pressing gently against his side. Opening her eyes, she yawns and arches her back, before lifting up her head and looking down at Donnie.

“Hey, Vicky."

She raises a hand, taking it away from his chest, and waves with her fingertips.

“Well... That was something, wasn't it?"

“Mhm!" She nods, her smile widening.

“So... Was I good?" He asks with a subdued grin.

“Mmmmm..." She coos and nuzzles him, slipping a long leg between his and softly kissing his neck.

“That feels like a 'yes'!" He chuckles.

“Mhm!" She nods, kissing him more.

“Ooh... Don't get me started all over again!" He laughs, feeling her lips caressing his throat. “After such a long nap, I might be ready for another round."

“Ooohhh." She coos and kisses him even more.

“S-so, Vicky... Do I call you 'lover' or would you rather I use the more traditional 'girlfriend'?" He asks, resting a hand on her face and looking into her eyes.

Sitting up, she twists her upper body and collects her phone from the other nightstand, on her side of the bed, and promptly types out her response. Donnie hears his phone beep from the pocket of his pants. He looks around the room, but Victoria soon finds them on the floor. She pulls them up and presents them to him, along with the rest of his clothes, which he left in a little pile. She wears a rather shy smile as she looks at the clothes, as if she cannot believe what they'd done. Taking his bundled clothes, he digs through his pockets and retrieves his phone, before reading a new text message.

“You're my mate, my lover, my partner. As much as I want you to claim me, I would rather you call me whatever makes you feel the most comfortable. :-)"

“Fair enough." He says, before kissing her softly on her lips. “And what did I say about smiley faces?"

“Hehe."

She giggles and flashes a wide grin, as he strokes her cheek and caresses her lips with his own. Turning her eyes away, she types a new message. Beep! He lifts his phone.

“I couldn't help myself. I think they're cute."

“Well, if it makes you happy, keep doing it." He says, before giving her another little kiss.

“Mmm!" She coos as she embraces him, swaying from side to side.

“That's. My. Girl." He struggles to breathe as she squeezes his face between her bosom.

“Oh!" She pulls back, looking down at him and flushing with embarrassment.

Though they were exceedingly comfortable in bed and spent much of the day sleeping, it's time they finally got up; their stomachs show their displeasure with loud rumbling. Donnie cannot help but glance at the red stain on her bedsheets, the proof of their carnal passion. A similar stain tarnishes his scrotum. As he pulls on his clothes, Victoria yanks off the bedsheets, bundling them in her arms but keeping the small blood stain near the surface. Her hooves clop as she heads for the door, unlocking it and stepping into the hallway, to Donnie's shock. She never put on clothes! Chasing after her, he stops at the threshold and turns back, hastily collecting her panties, skirt, top and cardigan.

“Wait! Vicky!"

He dashes down the stairs, only to stop when he finds everyone crowding around the workstations. The women turn their heads, their brows raised and eyes wide as Victoria walks past them with a proud grin on her face. The bundle of dirtied sheets is the only thing covering her breasts, while the hanging corners barely hide her womanhood. Louis and Connor lean over in their chairs, with Louis being visibly shocked, his mouth hanging open. Connor and Jack, however, appear far more amused, turning their eyes toward Donnie, who flushes and scratches his head with a growing nervousness.

“S-sorry. Uhm, Vicky? Hold on a minute!"

Walking after her, he finds her in the basement, preparing to wash the sheets. She stuffs them into the washing machine, adds some soap and closes the lid. Just as he joins her in the basement, she presses a button to activate it. Hearing his footfalls, she turns toward him, her smile fading and her brow furling at the strange look on his face.

“Here." He presents her with her clothes.

With a worried look on her face, she collects the clothes. Without her phone, she resorts to pantomiming her question, pointing to him, then crossing her heart and pointing to herself.

“Huh? I'm not quite sure what you mean but I don't regret what we did, if that's what you're asking. I still love you." He begins.

Victoria breathes a sigh of relief, then leans in and kisses him.

“It's just that what we do in the privacy of our bedroom, though... It should probably stay there, for their benefit... We do have roommates, after all, and you don't want to give poor Louis a heart attack!"

“Hehe!"

“Also, I'm a bit of a jealous type, and I don't want any guys looking at my girl like that..." He says with a confident smirk, slipping his arms around her waist. “That's my body, after all."

“Ooohh!" She coos, giving him a tight hug.

After taking the time to put on her clothes, Donnie and Victoria make their way back up the stairs, walking hand-in-hand. Though initially worried about what his friends would say, and the looks the other AdvAnimal girls would give him, he's rather surprised to find that they no longer seem interested. They act as if Donnie and Victoria were always like this. As they approach the others, they can hear Louis' mouse buttons clicking as he scrolls through the data on the hard drive.

“Wondered when you were going to come out." Louis casually remarks, opening a folder.

“We were a little busy." Donnie replies.

“I bet." Jack smirks.

“Check the armoire." Connor points as he leans over, watching Louis' computer screen.

Walking around the group and approaching the armoire, which has now been fully constructed, Donnie pulls open the doors and sees the stash of condoms filling two shelves near the bottom. They peek out through large cutouts that act as handles. As Jack and the other girls watch, he retrieves two strips of Trojan Magnum condoms, their golden wrappers glinting softly in the amber light of the wall-mounted lamps.

“Ahem... I'm, uhm... Kind of above average..." Donnie murmurs, his face flushing.

“Well, lucky her." Jack quips, glancing at Victoria.

“Middle drawer." Connor remarks.

“Huh?"

Returning his attention to the armoire, Donnie sees another drawer near his chest, which also has a cutout for a handle. He can see several dark lavender and white packages strewn about. Pulling open the drawer, his eyes widen as he looks upon the contents of the drawer.

“Oh!" Victoria chirps.

She reaches past him and snatches a box of Plan B morning-after pills from the stash, then makes her way into the kitchen, only further amusing the others.

“S-so, uhm... What's on the hard drive?" Donnie asks.

“Bro... It's a veritable pot of fucking gold!" Jack chirps.

“There's all kinds of reports on AdvAnimal physiology and psychology." Louis begins. “There's a collection of Subject records-"

“They even have a reference to Alessandra in there!" Jack interrupts, glancing at the hybrid AdvAnimal woman.

“Plus, uhm... More..." Louis murmurs.

“Do tell!" Donnie steps closer to the workstations, trying to get a look.

“I'm sorry I doubted you, Donnie." Connor apologizes, a strange look on his face.

“We've found records for all of the bases, and they seem to be themed. Red Base, for example, is dedicated solely to studying and patterning of AdvAnimal sexual behavior, and, uhm... Exploring their reproductive habits..." Louis sheepishly explains.

“I wonder if the red in 'Red Base' is some kind of reference to... Well..."

Connor glances back, his eyes motioning toward Samara's groin.

“All of the girls at the other bases are kept virginal, so..."

“I noticed..." Donnie murmurs.

“Artificial insemination, simulated habitats, mating rituals and partner selection, and right here... 'Forced copulation'..."

Louis' returns to the folder they'd found, and the group find themselves staring at a wealth of video files. Choosing a familiar number, BT-142, Donnie watches in shock and horror. A human woman lies atop a strange contraption, which appears to be a cross between a child's hospital bed and a gynecologist's chair, complete with stirrups and straps. Scientists stand around, watching and holding clipboards as she wriggles and whimpers into a leather half-mask which covers her mouth and nose.

They hear the clopping of hooves, and a familiar looking horse man appears, emerging from just off-screen. Tall, muscular and with a large and throbbing manhood of gleaming black flesh, he's primed and ready. A man in a lab coat presents him with a small red bottle and gives him simple instructions.

“Use this lubricant. You certainly don't want to harm her with that! Oh, and whatever you do, don't pull out."

Upon hearing this, the woman panics. Growing increasingly uncomfortable, the AdvAnimal girls turn away from the screen and Louis quickly mutes the sound. He clicks on the progress bar and drags the cursor along, skipping through seventeen minutes of rape. Near the end of the video, Donnie points at the screen.

“There... That's where it started... The video I told you about."

“I guess Gold Base only collected the highlights." Jack mutters.

The video plays out exactly as it did when Donnie watched the clip. Upon achieving orgasm, the horse man did exactly as he was told, the look on his face speaking volumes. He doesn't seem at all bothered by what he's doing, and is quite pleased with his unwilling partner, who writhes as she's inseminated by the horse man. Closing the video, Louis scours the files and finds a corresponding report.

“Date: 08-08-2010; Subject-109214, aka “Gideon", shows a great willingness to participate. This sets him apart from approximately 90% of his peers, who are surprisingly unwilling to use the new Dams." Louis reads aloud.

“What's a 'dam'?" Jack asks.

“It's livestock terminology for a female parent..." Connor replies.

“Oh..."

“Guys! ... Ahem... “While they show interest in the Dams, they don't wish to participate under clinical trials and show an aversion to the bench. It seems that they'd rather have unrestrained sexual partners. AdvAnimals are showing increasingly human-like qualities. Perhaps an inherent morality? Or maybe the whimpering and wriggling of our stock is too much of a distraction for most? In any case, full cognizance and sentience is a given at this rate. Taking these findings into account, the staff is recommending Gideon become a Stud. As one of the few so eager to perform, I will consider that, though we need more varied species. If Gideon is so willing to sire, I'm certain I will find males of different breeds who won't hesitate to be Studs, and seed our stock. - Dr. Briggs." Well..." Louis continues.

“I fucking knew it... I knew there was something going on behind the scenes! This must be it!" Donnie chirps, simultaneously sickened and excited over the discovery.

“There's more. They used human males, as well."

Clicking on a random video file, BT-096, a video silently plays. A well-endowed human with an equally endowed Doberman AdvAnimal girl kiss and touch each other as they climb into bed. The muscular man with spiky, brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee quickly pushes his lover back, dominating her within minutes. Soon, he's kneeling behind the woman, enjoying her in a position rather fitting for her breed. Clearing his throat, Jack steps away, resting a hand on Alessandra's back and guiding her. She keeps her head turned and leans over, eager to watch a far more consensual act, between a man like Jack and a woman of her species, though a different breed.

“So, what do we do now?" Jack asks Donnie.

“We can't sit on this! We need to let the world know what's going on!"

“Go public, like we did with Harriet's reports?" Connor turns to Donnie.

“Do you have any better suggestions?"

“Not really..." Connor murmurs.

“It'll take us a while to compile all of the data and prep it for upload. I can go at it hard, but I've already been up a long time." Louis replies.

“Don't kill yourself, buddy." Jack says, reaching out and ruffling Louis' blond hair.

“Yeah, but keep at it! How long until you think you can upload it?!" Donnie asks, increasingly anxious.

“Noon tomorrow? Maybe a little later?" Louis shrugs his shoulders.

“Then don't let me stop you! ... Now, if you'll excuse me... I kind of need a shower."

Mackenzie, Alessandra and Samara all nod, while Victoria emerges from the kitchen, drinking a glass of water.

“I wasn't going to say anything." Jack murmurs.

Leaving the workstations, Louis does as Donnie wishes. He harvests the best of the files and compresses them, creating an archive file which will be much faster to both upload and download. Meanwhile, Jack sits with Alessandra, reading her file and marveling at her long list of abilities, tested by other AdvAnimals of her breed. After showering together, Donnie sits with Victoria, cuddling with her on the couch. To her elation, he doesn't hesitate to claim her as his girlfriend, being as affectionate with her as Connor is with Samara, who sit a short distance away.

With only one hard drive, and a solitary computer attached to it, Mackenzie keeps Louis company while everyone else waits for him to finish. At around midnight, however, his eyes begin to water and he yawns several times per minute.

“Son of a bitch!" Donnie suddenly growls, causing Louis to jump in his chair.

“What?! What is it?!"

He looks back, peering across the hall and into the living room from his workstation. Jack rises from his chair and approaches the television, ignoring Louis' question.

“I don't believe it..." Jack mutters.

“What the fuck?!" Donnie exclaims.

“They must have found your source..." Connor replies.

“What's going on guys?!"

Jumping out of their chairs, Louis and Mackenzie make their way into the living room and look at the television. A breaking news report has interrupted the regularly scheduled programming. To Louis' shock, a swarm of reporters gather around Unifact's first Welcoming Center, a location where people can pick up AdvAnimals in a process that is a strange cross between buying a pet and adopting a child. A parade of wealthy elites and celebrities emerge to thousands of camera flashes, lighting up the night sky, their new AdvAnimal companions by their sides.

“And there's the first of them, seeing the outside world for the first time! It's quite a sight, to see them in person, and nearly three weeks ahead of schedule! Everyone will remember March 1st, 2013, as the day Unifact finally gave us those amazing creatures, the AdvAnimals!" A female new reporter chirps, narrating for her network.

“Huh... Some of those women look really familiar..." Connor remarks.

“No shit! I saw that one in that one movie with-"

“No! That's not what I mean, man!" Connor interrupts Jack. “They look a lot like..." He pauses.

“Some of the women in those videos..." Donnie finishes.

Slumping back in the chair, he covers his face with his hands and groans. Victoria shows her worry, resting one hand on his shoulder and the other on his opposite side, leaning in and nuzzling him.

“Some of those AdvAnimals look familiar, too." Jack remarks.

“I don't get it. What does this mean?" Louis asks.

“I think I got someone killed..." Donnie whimpers, a melancholy look on his face.