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Sequence 1 Merge 4, Super Predator Ralf, Ferret He mentally groaned at the thought. He’d been looking forward to finishing the JK-03, and now, there was no telling when he’d get back to it. Not that there was any danger with leaving it in its current state, so Ralf went to the cabinet. “What are you doing?” The voice was male, adult, although it lacked confidence. “I just thought of a circuit for my phone. It’ll—” “Aren’t you supposed to work on the gun?” Ralf frowned, looking at the lynx. Gun? “That one.” He motioned to the workbench, on which was a disassembled weapon. “I’ll get to that later. Right now, I have this idea—” The lynx straightened. “Your orders are to work on the weapon. They come from the commander, thought me.” Well, the circuit wasn’t started, so it wasn’t any danger. It was a shame, though; he thought it would have been impressive. The gun, the JK-03, was impressive in its own right. He’d already managed to increase the caliber without overly increasing the size of the barrel. The new alloy he’d designed had the same tensile strength while being half as thick. The next step was improving the bullets. Size was one thing when it came to stopping power, but it wouldn’t be enough; velocity needed to be increased. That meant a better powder, a more volatile propellant. He’d have to check that the chamber would survive those pressures. Did he have anything that could generate that? No. But it was easy enough to build, and it had other application. “What are you doing?” The voice was male, adult, and lacked confidence. “I need to make something to generate the kind of pressure firing a bullet will generate.” “Why?” He stared at the lynx. “Because I need to make it.” He’d said that, hadn’t he? “Your orders are to work on the weapon.” “What weapon?” “That one?” he motioned to the workbench. Well, the pressure pump wasn’t started, so it wouldn’t be a problem. The gun, the JK-03, was impressive in its own right. He’d increased the caliber without overly increasing the size of the barrel. The new alloy he’d designed was half as thick, while keeping the same tensile strength. Now he had to work on the powder for the bullets. Size was one thing when it came to stopping power, but it needed the added velocity with the kind of people these would be used against. The chemistry equipment was already setup, which was good. He’d had to remember to thank whoever had done it. He proceeded to mix the ingredients, run the tests, make the adjustments, and run further tests. * * * * * There was a scream. Male, adult. Scared. Ralf continued filing the hammer so it would fit. Something thudded on a table and was sufficiently out of the ordinary he glanced in that direction. Wolf, black, unconscious. Manacled. Naked, well hung. Besides that, a construct he identified as Cerberus. The three components being he’d made, wearing clothing. That was a shame, he preferred him naked. In fact, he could do with— “What was that racket!” male voice, angry. A red furred wolf entered the work area. Protector uniform. Commander insignia. “Sorry.” Male, scared. “He scared me.” The lynx was getting to his feet. “I didn’t mean to,” Cerberus said. “When did it learn to speak properly?” the commander asked. “The initial difficulty could have been caused by how recently I finished him. Sit.” Ralf stepped to Cerberus, who spread his legs to let him come closer and caused the fabric to tighten against his crotch, revealing a significant bulge. Ralf rubbed it, feeling the cock hardening. “Yes, please,” Cerberus whispered. “Stop that. You have a task to accomplish, and it has answers to give.” Task? But he pulled his hand as ordered. “Sir?” male, adult, hesitating. “The weapon is your current task.” The lynx indicated the work bench. But Cerberus was right there, and the tests he could run on him, all the ways he could experiment with his strength, resilience, endurance, sexual performance. Why did they always have to interrupt his work? The JK-03 was an impressive weapon. Its mass was reduced by seventeen percent on account of the alloy he’d designed. The powder for the bullet wasn’t to his satisfaction yet, but— “Explain yourself!” male, adult authoritative. “I’m adjusting the component for the powder to increase—” “Not that. It.” Ralf looked where the commander pointed. Cerberus was still seated where instructed. “The construct you had me make from the parts you brought me.” “I know what it is. Explain to me how it is it didn’t do what I told it. That doesn’t look like a lion to me.” Wolf, black, male. Nude, well hung. “That’s a wolf.” “I told it to capture a lion.” “Why did you disobey?” he asked Cerberus. “I was ordered to capture the strongest of the two.” “I said the lion.” “You said the lion was the strongest, sir. Your information was incorrect. The wolf was able to hurt me in spite of my toughness. He was able to avoid nearly all my strikes, and I couldn’t even him.” “Show me where he hurt you.” Cerberus raised the shirt, and Ralf moved the fur aside. It was soft, longer on this side than the center or other side, charcoal instead of the cream of the center, or the brindled of the left side. “The damage didn’t last, I healed.” “Describe the damage.” “After the strike, my leg didn’t respond correctly.” “Nerve damage.” “It healed.” That was a flaw. Could he reinforce the skin? Rhinoceros skin was tougher, grafting that? He’d have to— “You made me well.” That was a lie. He’d already uncovered a flaw. What others were— the yellow eye shared the same glint in it as the blue one, and Cerberus smiled at him. “I can improve you.” “Ralf, stop.” Male, adult, authoritative, annoyed. “I don’t want this one improved. I want one perfect. And that started with that lion. So I want to know what makes that one so much better.” “I was losing the fight.” “You couldn’t beat the lion, so you took him and lied about why?” the commander demanded. “I was winning the fight against the lion. I’d evened him. The wolf stepped in, and I couldn’t do that. He…knew what I’d do. I improvised and took him by surprise, took him, as being the strongest, and returned.” “That’s impossible. There’s nothing about him having any kind of powers. Smart, a hacker, and an investigator.” “Your information is incomplete, sir.” “How can that be?” the commander demanded, so Ralf answered. “He hacked your system and changed it.” “That’s impossible.” “No, it isn’t. I’ve done it.” “You what?” “I needed information that you weren’t there to provide, so I acquired it myself.” “You let him hack Protector Central?” the commander demanded of the lynx. “I didn’t know he was doing that, sir.” “Your orders are to keep him on task and let him fuck you whenever he wants. How does either of those lead to letting him hack us?” “He’s always on the computer, researching something for the project. I didn’t know he’d done something else.” “Did you think to ask him what he was doing? It’s not like he’d lie.” Cerberus smiled at him. Better. He could make him better. Cerberus leaned in and whispered. “Thank you.” “For what?” why did he whisper back? “For making me.” “I was ordered.” Cerberus nodded. “But you’re the one who made me, thank you.” The fingers through his chest fur felt nice. “I want to thank you properly.” “That isn’t required. I only did what I was ordered.” “I still want to.” Ralf didn’t know what to make of that. What was he supposed to do about Cerberus’s want? The thanks? He didn’t understand why he thought he needed to. The hand was squeezing his cock, and Ralf moaned. That felt good. “Stop that!” male, adult, authoritative. Angry. “If you want to fuck someone, go fuck him. That’s an order.” But he wanted Cerberus, not that whimpering male. “Sir?” male, adult, imploring. “Don’t you dare tell him no. Do your job.” Ralf tried to stay before Cerberus. He wanted that more than anything else. He turned and headed toward the scared lynx. He cursed his condition. This thing that made him invent amazing things, but couldn’t let him do what he wanted. The lynx swallowed and turned around, undoing the tail strap. Ralf’s erection parted the lab coat, and he took hold of the lynx, lined himself, and pushed. He was already well lubbed, but the lynx still whimpered. Tell me to stop, Ralf implored. I’ll obey. Don’t let me do this to you. You can refuse orders. Just— He lost himself in the pleasure, fucking the lynx hard and fast. * * * * * Ralf sighed in satisfaction, slumped over the lynx. He pulled out, used the wet wipes to clean up, then considered them. They weren’t exactly practical. The entire chain of manufacture needed had many places where waste occurred. It would be easy to redesign it, starting at the farming community where the initial materials were gathered. He unrolled the paper and found a pen. He outline the community, the farms, the living quarters for the farmers. He’d read how those communities had evolved from protecting the weaker prey from other predators. “Stop that.” Male, adult, authoritative. Again? Why couldn’t he be allowed to work? To finish something. Would he ever be allowed to come back to this at some point? He set the pen down. “Him.” The commander motioned to the table. Wolf, black, male, nude, still alive. “He’s going to be the start of my next soldier. So prepare it.” He’d have to kill it, but that brought the advantage of precision. He’d be able to pick what he kept and what could be discarded. He took the tools from the cabinet, saw, scalpel. He ignored the intensifying tremor in the floor. There had been no warning for earthquakes, but the city was built on a stable plate, so it wouldn’t interfere with his work. Finally, something he could expect to be able to finish. The wall exploded, and a form was over Ralf, keeping the debris from hitting him. He glanced around at the cause. Lion, tall, muscular, hung. “Get the fuck away from my wolf,” the lion growled.