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The AdvAnTAGE Project

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Mantrid Brizon

Episode 23: Of The Moment

With her toe claws clicking on the metal floor plates, she keeps her emerald eyes turned toward the ground. She stares at the waist chains and leg irons, then lifts her wrists to examine the cuffs. Glancing back at her captor, he leans a little closer.

“I can't believe it worked either." Jack whispers into her pointy, elf-like ear.

Alessandra, wearing her original jumpsuit, stares at him with a melancholy expression.

“Hey, it's alright. Once we get out of here, we'll take that shit off, okay?" He speaks very sweetly.

His warm tone makes it hard for her to resist, and she cracks a little smile before nodding her head once. Making their way through the halls of Red Base, Jack, dressed as a lab technician, and Alessandra as a new test subject, a transfer from another base, explore the surprisingly tiny facility. They pass a T junction only to pause and look back. The sigh above the corridor says “Natural Insemination - Wing A". After sharing a look, they silently agree to explore this wing.

Sliding metal doors with the appearance of ship bulkheads, thick and sturdy and rather oblong, line the hall. Each door is numbered and has a two-sided light above it. Some doors show the green light, while others show the red light. Finding a terminal at the far end of the hall, they make their way toward it, slowing their pace as they hear the sounds of muffled grunts and cries. Jack struggles to make them out, but Alessandra seems far more disturbed by whatever is taking place beyond the doors. She drops her head, her snout facing toward her feet as a woman squeals. Jack is almost certain she said “stop".

“Come on... Hey, Alie." He whispers.

“Hm?"

“There's nothing we can do. Let's go."

She glances back at the door as she follows his lead, walking away from the woman whose mask slipped from her face. Reaching the end of the hall, Jack examines the terminal. Its sole purpose is to contain a log of the rooms; who used them, when they were last cleaned, and who's scheduled to use them next. There's a half dozen names on the list, one for each occupied room, but several names stand out, such as “Gideon" and “Kaiden". They're currently in these rooms, occupying themselves with unwilling human women. Thoroughly unnerved, Jack clears his throat.

“My mistake. This isn't the right wing." He speaks aloud, for the security camera's benefit.

Leading Alessandra back into the main hall, he finds another T junction further down. “Natural Insemination - Wing B" is listed on a sign. As he prepares to lead Alessandra down this hall, a door to a cellblock opens and two guards emerge. The men stand on either side of a female AdvAnimal, and Jack is stunned. She's just like Alessandra! Her only difference is coloration. Though she has long, black hair and beautiful emerald eyes, just like Alessandra, as well as a bust and figure to match, she has a two-tone pattern.

From her nostrils down, her cheeks, chin, neck, chest and belly, as well as her inner arms, inner thighs and the underside of her tail are a lightly tanned color. It's almost beige. Her outer arms and legs, her back and the rest of her head, from beyond her cheeks and the bridge of her nose to the tips of her pointy, elf-like ears, are a darker bronze, like the skin of a typical Central or South American woman. He can see so much of her body because she wears only a bikini. It's plain and black in color. Why is she dressed so differently?

“Hm?!" She immediately looks perplexed at the sight of Jack and Alessandra.

“Hey, there. Is that a new transfer?" One of the guards asks.

“Yeah." Jack replies.

“Why is she in irons?"

“New policy." Jack casually replies.

“Huh... I didn't hear anything about that." The second guard remarks.

“Better start checking your memos, then. They asked about that at the front door."

“They do tend to change things at the drop of a hat." The first guard turns to the other.

“Where's she going?" Jack asks, pointing to the bikini-clad AdvAnimal.

“Camilla? She's got a hot date. Part of a new trial." The first guard replies.

“I guess Red isn't the only new transfer." The second chuckles.

As the three men share a little laugh, Camilla steps closer to Alessandra. Without chains or shackles, she approaches the girl and looks between her and Jack. She pantomimes with her hands, and it seems as if she's asking if they're a bonded pair. Alessandra looks to Jack with visible shock, unnerving the guards.

“Heh... Alie has always had a thing for me, at the old base." Jack quickly explains.

“Alie?" The second guard raises a brow.

“Uhm..."

“Looks like she isn't the only one who's grown attached..." The first guard steps closer. “You know, if you're staying here, you can volunteer. They'll pair you with her if you want, but pairings are permanent. They only take unmarried men with no children."

“Well, it's my lucky day, then!" Jack chirps.

Alessandra looks to him with a stunned expression, her mouth hanging open. The two guards chuckle, while Camilla looks between the two strangers. She pantomimes a question, but only Alessandra seems to understand. The first guard narrows his eyes as Camilla points toward the surface. Alessandra looks away, growing increasingly nervous.

“What's her problem? She seemed all excited about getting her cherry popped just five minutes ago!" The second guard remarks.

“Maybe we should check his badge, just to be safe..." The first guard turns to the second.

“I don't know. We don't want to keep Camilla away from her new beau. We'd better just let this go or Dr. Briggs is going to be pissed. Besides, I can see his badge right there, and it looks legit."

“Go ahead and scan it." Jack proudly extends the badge.

After swiping his badge through a portable reader, the first guard shrugs his shoulders at the green light. Meanwhile, Camilla and Alessandra continue to make hand and eye gestures, holding a silent conversation.

“I guess they're fine!" He says with a sigh.

“Come on, Camilla. It's time to meet your mate." The other grabs at her arm.

With a fearful look on her face, Camilla is pulled away. Alessandra nods to her, and the skin-toned AdvAnimal takes action. Using her long, thick but tapering tail as a weapon, she smacks the second guard in the back, knocking him to the ground.

“Holy shit!" The first exclaims.

Alessandra jumps, tackling him to the ground and wrapping the chains from her handcuffs around his throat. As the second guard pushes himself to his feet, Camilla kicks at his face. He shrieks in pain as blood pours out of his wounds. In a split-second, she yanks his pistol from his holster, points it at his head and pulls the trigger. BANG! With Alessandra's victim now unconscious, she stands to her feet and turns to a shocked Jack, who flinches as Camilla executes the other guard. BANG! Alessandra turns to Jack and extends her wrists, silently demanding to be released.

He doesn't hesitate, though his ears ring and the keys jingle from his shaking hand. He removes her handcuffs, leg irons and waist chains, while Camilla takes the other sidearm, some keys, badges and a radio from the guard's body. Motioning to the strangers, her new associates, they follow her lead as they race through the hall. The alarm sounds, to no one's surprise, but Camilla seems to know her way around the base. She leads them toward a security door, which has since been locked, only to open it with the stolen badge. She ushers them through the door and toward a tunnel, taking them directly outside and into the arid, West Texas landscape.

“How do you know about that?!" Jack asks, turning to her.

Shaking her head, Camilla then motions with her hand and the pair follow her. Finding the fencing, Camilla grabs onto the chain links. She winces and an electrical buzzing is heard. With a firm yank, she rips a hole in the fence. As he passes her, Jack can see the painful burns she'd sustained already beginning to heal. Now out in the open, Camilla looks around then turns to Alessandra. She seems to know exactly what she wants, and Jack finds himself following the two women, led by Alie, as they head back toward their well-hidden van, which is parked nearly a quarter of a mile away.

Just as they reach the vehicle, which is parked beneath an old and very short overpass, they can hear a helicopter taking off in the distance. Yanking open the side door, Jack ushers the girls inside, before jumping in, sliding the door closed and leaping into the driver's seat.

“Okay! What the fuck was that?!" He yells, slamming his foot on the accelerator.

He looks back, but is rather surprised to find that the helicopter isn't searching for them. Instead, it appears to be a fancy, VIP model, and it flees to the north. He wonders why they aren't following them. Just then, he has a realization. He slams on the brakes and parks in the middle of the road.

“Oh, shit..."

Jumping into the back, he retrieves an Exacto knife and forceps from his tool kit.

“Bend over." He turns to Camilla.

She eyes him for a moment and her lips curl into a little grin. Turning away from him, she bends over so that her perfect buttocks faces him. Her tail moves aside and she looks back at him, over her shoulder, as she slowly sways her butt from side to side. Alessandra narrows her eyes and crosses her arms beneath her bust, while Jack rolls his eyes and sighs with frustration. He moves around Camilla and brushes her hair aside. With only the razor knife and the forceps, he makes an incision in the back of her neck.

She winces, but bares the pain well. Within seconds, he finds the implant just beneath her skin and removes it with the forceps. Like Alessandra, Camilla heals in seconds. He jumps back into the driver's seat, throws the implant outside and drops his forceps to the floor as he shifts the van into drive and slams on the accelerator once again. After driving for about twenty minutes, taking several turns, he finds another overpass. This one is just as desolate, but it will serve his purpose. Parking the van, he first checks to ensure that no one is coming.

“I'll need your help to do this fast. Come on." He says to the girls, scooping a bundle of decals into his arms.

They hop out and Jack yanks off the DHL decals, which are the size of the entire side panels. To the girls' surprise, the van is a plain white underneath. The apply another set of decals, and soon the van appears to be an ambulance for a private hospital. After putting on a fake plate, he collects a magnetic light bar. Jack slaps it onto the roof before they all climb back into the van and take off.

“Alright... I need to know what that was." He says while looking back at the girls.

Alessandra strips out of her jumpsuit, her nudity earning no response from Camilla whatsoever. She takes out one of her outfits, all of which are identical in form but differ in color. Putting on the orange skirt and tying the top at the front, Camilla's coos at the sight of Alie's pretty cloths. Flashing her a little smile, Alessandra shows her other versions of her outfight in red, gold and black. Choosing gold, Camilla looks to Alessandra, who nods her head with approval. Camilla begins to change clothes, dressing identically to the other female.

“Hey!" He yells. “Talk to me, here! Er... Text me! You know what I mean!"

With a frustrated sigh, Alessandra takes out her cell phone and begins to type. This startles Camilla, who looks between them and smiles, as if to say “I knew it!" Beep! Jack takes a hand away from the wheel to lift up his texting phone. His eyes glance between Alie's message and the road.

“She knew we did not belong. She asked me if we came from above and I said yes, so she asked me to help free her. She did not like what they were doing to her. She had more freedom before, so I agreed to help her escape."

“And you couldn't give me a signal or something?!" He asks.

“No." She texts back.

“Great... Well, in the future, please consider warning me before you go strangling and shooting people."

Alessandra doesn't reply, but Camilla moves past her and rests a clawed hand on his shoulder. She gives Jack a very gentle and assuring squeeze. With a silent snarl, Alessandra pushes past her and claims the passenger seat, buckling herself in as she stares out of the window, looking away from them. With a raised brow, Camilla glances between the pair for a moment before taking a seat on the couch that sits along the wall, behind the driver's seat. After driving another fifteen miles without seeing any signs of a tail, either by land or air, Jack takes out his personal cell phone, different from the texting phone, and places a call with speed-dial.

“Sup?"

“Hey, Marty! I need your help!"

“Help?! ... Why are you calling on a cell? Don't you normally use a Sat phone for that?"

“Yeah, about that... I forgot to bring one... And I did a thing..." Jack murmurs.

“... By yourself?!" Martin gasps. “Wait... Did you use the van?!"

“It's okay. I used a car to drive into the place, and I left her hidden. I already changed her appearance. She looks like an ambulance, now. I think we're in the clear." Jack hastily explains.

“Well... At least you can run red lights."

“So, will you help me?!"

“I know that voice... You just don't want to go home with the shame of failure. Be honest!"

“Yeah..."

“Alright." Martin chuckles. “You can crash here for a few days."

“Thanks, Marty! We'll be over in a few days!"

“We?!"

Jack promptly ends the call. He turns to Alessandra, who continues to stare out of the passenger side window. Though she seemed very excited to be leaving with him, she's been increasingly cold to him during the two-day drive.

“Hey, Alie..."

She turns her head and stares at him, her face void of expression.

“It's okay... We'll be alright." He says, flashing her a warm smile.

Unable to resist, she smiles back. Meanwhile, at Red Base, a nervous Chief Security Officer extends a shaky hand. Several of his subordinates stand along the wall of the large office, some of them grieving for their lost friends while others are far more concerned about themselves. With an audible gulp, the CSO places a call.

“Hello... Yes, I have a report. There's, uhm... There's been an incident... Two casualties... No, they were ours... Yes... One missing... Yes, I'll hold."

After a moment, he finds himself speaking to a very familiar and eerie voice. The CSO regales the Agent of the transfer from Green Base, led in chains by a lone guard, of two of their own being overpowered and murdered and of Camilla's escape.

“There was no transfer from Green Base or you would've received a memo, and even if there was, you should know that Type-Z AdvAnimals are not to be used in any experiments. They we rejected for further testing and release for reasons that I feel would be quite obvious..." Agent Sharpe speaks in his soulless, almost robotic monotone.

“Oh... I-I didn't know that, s-sir..."

“Then I should also inform you that chains are rarely necessary to lead females to mate, which, as you know, is about all that happens at Red Base... The entire process of forcing AdvAnimals is counterproductive, at best. A semblance of choice is required."

“Y-yes, well... I, uhm, that is... We were told to use a Type-Z in a breeding program, and Camilla was our only one. The supposed transfer wasn't in the system yet, and we'd already stripped Camilla of her trustee privileges and sent her to the room to be mated." The CSO replies.

“I see... Tell me, whose idea was it to use a trustee, someone with detailed knowledge of the base, in a breeding program?"

“Ih-it was, d-d-doctor Briggs... Sir..."

“Dr. Briggs?"

“Y-yes, sir. He wanted to have a second gen of a Type-Z. W-we warned against it because she was our only one, but-"

“Noted..." Agent Sharpe interrupts the nervous security officer. “Keep Dr. Briggs company. We'll be there, shortly."

“Yes, s-"

The CSO pulls the receiver away from his ear and very slowly hangs up the phone.

“What happened?" A worried looking guard asks.

“He hung up..."

“Damn..."

“Yeah... Put Dr. Briggs in a spare cell... He doesn't want him leaving." The CSO instructs.

“Oh, damn..." The guard murmurs.

“Yeah..."

After a long drive, they stop the van and refuel. The girls remain hidden in the back. Jack brings them back snacks and drinks, then after finding a secluded spot, they change the van's appearance one more time. Now disguised as a FedEx Express van, they make the two-day journey toward Martin's luxury loft, sleeping in the back and relieving themselves along the side of desolate roads. Camilla proves to be as unnervingly sexual as Alessandra used to be, but Jack isn't sure what bothers him more. Camilla's persistent sexual invitations or the fact that Alessandra seems to have given up?

Pulling into the parking garage of Martin's building late in the evening, their long and arduous journey is finally behind them. Jack parks in a blind spot, hidden from the building's security cameras. Wearing his regular clothes, he opens up the van and brings out the girls, their weapons stowed in Alessandra's backpack. They make their way to an express elevator, riding that up to Martin's loft, which encompasses the entire floor, and all without ever being seen by any of the other residents.

“How's my bestest buddy in the whole-!"

Martin stops mid-sentence, his eyes widening at the sight of Camilla in the elevator.

“Oh... “We" is right!"

“Sorry. I didn't want to say too much over the phone."

“It's okay, Jack. I got that. That's why I never called you back! So... This one is Alessandra, right?" He points at the red and black AdvAnimal.

“Yeah."

Alessandra smiles at Martin, exceptionally flattered that he remembered her name, and after only one meeting. Her eyes scan his form, to Jack's silent surprise.

“And who's this one?"

“Camilla."

“Mmm..." She coos, eying Martin as well.

“Well? Don't just stand there! Come on in! Make yourselves at home!" Martin chirps.

“Thanks, Marty. I owe you for this."

“Nah. We're straight, bro. You and me, we were always the strongest of the group, anyway. We've always had each other's backs, and we still do, right?"

“Yeah, but I fucked up big time. I didn't learn anything or get any evidence. I just took a big risk."

“It's alright, bro! Relax... Besides, you busted her out, right? That's plenty enough for most men." Martin glances back at her, eying her form and focusing on her ample breasts.

“Aw!" Camilla coos.

“You're welcome." Martin flashes her a strangely interested grin. “Oh, and I called the guys. I gave them the version you'd have wanted. I was like, “Don't worry. He'll be home soon. He just needs to chill at my place for a bit!" That's pretty much all I told them."

“Thanks, Marty."

The two men share a brief but firm embrace. Their friendship is both surprising and refreshing to Camilla, who rarely saw anyone acting so friendly with each other.

“Okay, so, I have bathrooms there and there..." Martin points, leading the trio through a long and elegant hall. “The kitchen is over there, the bedrooms are down that hall and they also have private bathrooms, I have an office over there and the living room is right... Here!" He says, pulling open a large set of oaken double doors.

“Ooohhh!" Camilla and Alessandra both coo, their eyes growing wide.

The large living room has three couches, a grand piano, a custom projector TV that covers an eight-foot rectangular wall panel, and all of the furniture is expensive cherry, stained oak and ebony wood. As the girls make their way inside, looking around at the opulence of the loft, Jack glances at Martin. He's surprised by how he stares at Camilla's body. Looking over at Jack, as if feeling his gaze, Martin turns his eyes toward the floor.

“Learning something about yourself?" Jack speaks softly.

“Maybe..."

“Are you alright, bro?" Jack rests a hand on Martin's shoulder. “You look a little down."

“It's been a minute for me, you know?"

“A minute for?" Jack raises an eyebrow.

Martin motions with his head toward the girls inside.

“I find that hard to believe."

“Two and a half months... Stacey and me didn't work out... As usual." Martin speaks softly and lets out a frustrated sigh. “When I was last over there, at the manor, I left pretty quick. There was a reason for that."

“I thought that was because the girls made you uncomfortable. After that first time, it was a safe assumption." Jack remarks.

“To be honest with you, when I threw that shit-fit over the girls being at the manor, I was just scared for you guys. I didn't want to see all of my friends go down for them. I don't dislike them, and I'd be lying if I said I thought AdvAnimal girls weren't hot as hell, because they are... I was just concerned for you, but... I was also a little jealous."

Jack can hardly believe his ears, his eyes widening and eyebrows raising in surprise.

“It's pretty obvious that Connor's and Donnie's girls love them... They're lucky."

“Hey..." Jack gives Martin's shoulder a squeeze. “You'll find the right girl soon. You certainly know how to attract them!" He chuckles. “Just try to think with the big head."

“I already do." Martin smirks.

“Then use the little head, up here." Jack taps a finger against Martin's temple. “Chin up, bro."

Nodding his head, Martin and Jack soon follow the girls into the room, where they've already made themselves at home. Jack turns on the TV and sets the remote control atop an oaken table before taking a seat in a loveseat. Camilla sashays toward him, as if walking along a red carpet. Seeing this, Alessandra glares and turns her head away. She notices Martin watching, but as soon as he sees her looking toward him, he focuses his attention on Alessandra and smiles. She rises from the couch where she'd stretched out and walks across the large room.

Just as Camilla plops herself in Jack's lap and throws her arms around his neck, he watches as Alie sits beside Martin and cozies up to him. She rests her head on his shoulder just like she did for him, and Jack's blood begins to warm.

“Well, hello there!" Martin chirps, draping an arm over Alessandra's shoulders.

For the next few minutes, Jack and Martin endure the extreme flirtations of the girls, but soon, a breaking news story appears, interrupting the scheduled program.

“We've just been told that Unifact has added another subtype to their list of breeds of available AdvAnimals! They now say that amphibious lizards have been grown, and while initially reluctant, they're willing to release these creatures as well! What an exciting development!" The news anchor exclaims.

“That didn't take long..." Martin remarks.

“I think they're worried they'll be seen, and they want to cover their asses." Jack comments.

“Yeah, because those definitely need covering."

Martin's hand slides down and rests on one of Alessandra's butt cheeks, which he then squeezes. He does this in full view of Jack.

“Oh!" She perks up.

After nuzzling his face, Alessandra gets up from the couch and walks around the back. She stands behind Martin and gives him a shoulder massage, only to slowly press her ample breasts against the back of his head. It's exactly how she used to behave with Jack. Martin is both surprised and intrigued, allowing her the freedom to show her affection, unlike Jack, who narrows his eyes and stares daggers at the pair. Camilla takes notice.

In her attempts to take his mind off of them, she places her face in front of his and caresses his lips with her own, a little smile on her face. He's certain that she expects a kiss. Alessandra watches, glaring at Camilla. She sighs, looks down at Martin, and reaches a hand down, caressing his chest. With a raised brow, he first looks down at her hand upon his chest, then tilts his head back and gazes up at her. She flashes him a lusty smile.

“We now return to our regularly schedule programming..." The anchor finally says to the viewing audience.

“Eh, I don't feel like watching Scrubs... Do you?" Martin looks at the others.

Leaning past Camilla, Jack shrugs his shoulders, while the girls remain silent. Alessandra doesn't care either way, and Camilla doesn't know what he's talking about, as seen by her furled brow and perplexed stare.

“Where's the remote?"

“I put it on the table." Jack points.

Before he can get up, Alessandra pushes Martin back down. She walks around the couch and toward the table. Seeing the remote, she looks back at Martin and bends over. As she leans forward to grab the remote, which isn't all that far away, she lifts her tail and flashes him. Once again, she is not wearing any panties; Martin stares right at her exposed, jet-black nether lips. Her glossy, virginal loins beckon to him. Jack's blood begins to boil. Getting up from the couch, Martin walks up to Alessandra with confidence. She glances back, still bent over and looking over her shoulder. At first, she's surprised by his approach, but her expression changes, showing her pleasure.

Standing directly behind her, Martin presses his groin against her buttocks, making her gasp and shiver. The look on her face makes Jack's heart sink. She likes it. Leaning over Alessandra, Martin reaches past her and very slowly collects the remote. As he does this, however, he places his free hand on Alessandra's shoulder and very slowly and gently rocks his hips, grinding his flaccid manhood, still trapped in his pants, against Alie's tender flesh. She lets out a pleased whimper. It's as if she's begging for more. Unable to control himself, Jack pushes Camilla off of his lap and onto the couch, then stands to his feet.

“That's it!" He yells, startling everyone.

Martin looks to Jack, furls his brow and then steps away from Alessandra, who stares with a strange expression. She almost looks ashamed. Perhaps she's fearful of him? Jack cannot discern her emotions easily, but Martin looks visibly worried, as if he was overstepping his boundaries. Meanwhile, Camilla sits up on the couch and straightens her skirt, cocking her head as she looks between Jack and Alessandra. Has she misjudged their relationship?

“I-I mean... It's late. We should really be going to bed."

“You're right..." Martin speaks softly. “I have stuff to do tomorrow, anyway."

Lifting up the remote, Martin turns off the TV and shows everyone to their rooms. The girls are shown to a single guest room with a King-sized bed, while Jack takes a smaller room with a Queen-sized bed. No one speaks a word, least of all Martin. Though it takes him some time, Jack eventually manages to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, he struggles in his sleep. The dark thoughts haunt him. What he's seen between Martin and Alessandra is like a splinter in his mind.

He envisions Martin entering his living room, early in the morning, only to find Alessandra already there. She stands all by herself, beside the same oak table, seemingly waiting for him. She turns to him and smiles, eying his form. Martin steps closer, drinking in her figure in return. Alessandra obliges, stripping off her top and teasing him with her bust, which she grips and then jiggles. He steps even closer and kisses her cheek. Then he kisses her neck. Her head tilts back as she coos. Suddenly, Martin grabs her buttocks and lifts her up and onto the table, making her gasp.

He attends to her breasts with his mouth, but it isn't long before he's also hiked up her skirt, dropped his pants and underwear to his ankles and begun teasing her glossy, jet-black nether lips with his manhood. Jack knows from their time on the high school football team that Martin's member is as exceptional as his own. He slaps the girthy organ against her vagina, making her shiver and gasp, then grinds the bulbous head of his phallus along her rapidly moistening womanhood. Her response? She leans back and prepares to simply take it, her clawed hands gripping firmly to her large and perky breasts. Martin doesn't hesitate.

“Ahh!" She squeals as he penetrates her virginal loins.

Startled awake, Jack's heart races. Was that scream real?! It was so loud! Throwing off the covers, his bare feet slap against the hardwood floor as he makes his way for the door. Yanking it open, he steps into the hallway. He doesn't even bother pulling on any clothes, rushing out in nothing but his boxer-briefs. He listens carefully but hears nothing. After a moment of fearful hesitation, he walks down the hall and reaches the guest bedroom, where both Alessandra and Camilla should be sleeping.

He gulps and struggles to control his breathing, a shaky hand slowly turning the knob and pushing open the door. The city's light pollution makes the room glow faintly, and he sighs with relief. Both women sleep soundly in the large bed. Camilla turns, her tail catching the covers and pulling them off of her body, revealing her large, perky breasts. Her smooth, skin-tone hide glistens in the artificial light. Jack furls his brow and lets out a silent chuckle.

He should've known, but somehow, he imagined that they'd have a problem sharing a bed and also sleeping naked. Clearly, he was mistaken. Satisfied, he slowly closes the door. He turns toward his bedroom but pauses. Though he should return to bed, he cannot, fearing that the awful visions will return. He doesn't even know how late it is, only that he can't go back to sleep.

“Jack?"

He turns and looks back at Martin, who stands in his doorway, wearing a rather frilly, silk robe.

“Yeah?"

“Are you alright?"

“I'm fine, Marty. Sorry if I woke you."

“You didn't. I was going to make a late-night cocktail. Want one?"

“No. Thanks though."

“Okay... Jack?"

“Yeah?"

“About before... I know you probably don't think too highly of my relationships with women but... Well... What happened today... All that stuff with... What I mean is-"

“Just say what you're going to say. You're stammering is kind of pissing me off." Jack grumbles.

“Fair enough... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess with you like that. I didn't know you liked her so much. He likes to explore, if you know what I mean, but not at the expense of a friendship. If you don't want me to-"

“I don't." Jack interrupts him.

His own words shock him. He didn't even have to think about it; he just opened his mouth and said it.

“Yeah... I figured. Message received. In the future, I'll tell her 'no'. So... Are we good?"

“Yeah..." Jack sighs and nods. “We're good."

“Cool." Martin flashes a little grin. “You should get some sleep."

“I think I've slept enough."

“You don't trust me, do you?"

“... I'll stay up." Jack smirks.

“Okay." Martin softly chuckles. “See you later."

They walk down the hall together, only for Martin to enter his kitchen and Jack to enter the living room. He watches the hallway for a moment, only to see Martin leaving the kitchen with a gin and tonic, which he promptly takes to his bedroom. True to his word, Jack collects a drink from the kitchen and then takes a seat in the living room, keeping the hallway within view. He stares at the table for the longest time, regularly taking his eyes away to look down the hallway, watching the bedroom doors.

After several hours, the dawn finally arrives, just as he feels the lack of sleep affecting him. Suddenly, he hears a noise. One of the bedroom doors open. Stepping out of the larger guest bedroom, Alessandra makes her way into the living room, her eyes looking down as she ties her top together at the front. Stepping into the living room, she stops in her tracks and stares at the sight of Jack seated on the couch in only his underwear. She cannot help but glance at the flaccid bulge betwixt his legs. The AdvAnimal promptly averts her eyes, however, her lips curled into a perpetual frown.

Approaching the table, she reaches for the remote control. She stands beside it as she turns on the projector TV, flipping through several channels. Without saying a word, Jack rises to his feet. He's spent all night thinking about this, and he refuses to make another mistake. Though her pointy, elf-like ears twitch as she hears his bare feet walking across the floor, she doesn't bother to turn around. It's a surprise when he stands behind her, reaches his arms around her body and gently grabs her breasts.

“Ahh." She jumps and quietly gasps, her head swiftly turning as she looks over to Jack with shock.

“Hey." He says with a confident smile, giving her breasts a little squeeze. “I was thinking about you last night."

“Hm?"

Without saying another word, Jack leans in and kisses her on the lips. Her emerald eyes grow as wide as saucers, before slowly closing. His hands caress her body, moving from her breasts to her hips, over her belly and right back up to her breasts. She lifts a hand and places it on the back of his head, holding the kiss for as long as possible. Her tail curls around and he feels it pressing against his back. Her warm flesh feels nice. With his hands on her hips, he presses his groin into her buttocks, and Alessandra gasps again.

She leans forward and places her hands upon the table, waiting rather expectantly. Moving quickly, Jack spins her around, grabs her buttocks, lifts her up and sets her atop the table. She leans back and unties her top, freeing her breasts and grabbing onto them. At the same time, Jack hikes up her skirt and drops his underwear to his ankles.

“I should've done this a long time ago." He says, rubbing the bulbous head of his manhood over her nether lips, teasing her loins with his exceptional member. “No more mistakes."

“Mmmm..." She coos, squeezing her own breasts and tilting her head back.

“There we go..." He says with a pleased sigh. “Mmmm-yeah."

“Ahh!" She gasps and looks down, eager to watch as he penetrates her virginal loins.

Stepping into the hallway, Martin yawns and stretches his arms and back. He still wears the frilly, silk robe. Emerging from the guest bedroom at the same time, Camilla also ties her top, the golden variation of Alessandra's outfit. Seeing the dark-skinned human, she flashes him a particularly flirty smile, her emerald eyes scanning his form. He smiles back, doing the same but staring for some time at her breasts and groin. Seeing this, she bows her head and smiles wider, acting rather bashful.

Suddenly, they both turn their heads at a strange sound. Is that whimpering? They walk down the hall, toward the living room. Upon reaching the partially opened double doors, they peek inside and find themselves staring at a startling and remarkable sight. With his back facing them, Jack holds onto Alessandra's hips, rocking his pelvis and thrusting his manhood into her. Her digitigrade feet cross at the ankles, just beneath his buttocks, her tail flailing about as she lay there, taking it as if it had always been hers to take. With his eyes wide and cheeks flushing, Martin slowly backs out of the room.

“Ooohhh!" Camilla coos, watching the lovers.

“Hey." Martin whispers, grabbing onto her bicep.

“Hm?" She turns to him.

“How about we give them some privacy..."

Camilla glances back at the couple, cocking her head and watching them for a moment, a little smile spreading across her lips. She turns to Martin, who leads her around the living room and toward the kitchen. She stares at his buttocks as she walks a step behind him. Having claimed a mate, Jack is effectively off-limits, but Martin...

“Mmmm..." Alessandra coos, nuzzling Jack's face.

“You're welcome." He smirks.

With a little giggle, she gently slaps his bare chest. Lying atop one of the couches, snuggling together, Alessandra looks to Jack for a moment. Her eyes scan his features and her smile seems to fade. She takes her phone out of the sewn in pocket of her skirt, which is draped over the backrest of the couch, and shifts her body, hastily typing a message on the keyboard with the claws of her thumbs. Without his phone on him, she turns her phone toward him, showing him the screen.

“I thought you didn't want me." The message reads.

“Oh, Alie..." Jack holds her tighter. “Of course I wanted you."

“Then why did you always push me away?" She types out.

“I want to share something with you... Something I've never shared with anyone before, about why I was so reluctant to have sex with you..."

She lifts her head from his shoulder, her eyes widening. She looks quite enthralled.

“Is that okay with you?"

“Mhm!" She rapidly nods her head.

“Alright... Here it goes... I thought you were hot as hell from the moment I first saw you. It was actually quite startling, how beautiful you are to me."

“Mmm!" She leans against him, batting her eyelashes and nuzzling his cheek with her snout.

“You're welcome." He says with a soft chuckle. “But when you were so pushy it brought back some painful memories..."

“Hm?!"

“You see, when I was seventeen, I liked a girl a lot. We were all still in school, and I got to know her a bit. We went out on a date and she moved really fast. I didn't have a problem with it, at first, and we had sex by the end of the night."

“Hmph..." Alessandra pouts, narrowing her eyes and looking away.

“I'm sorry, but that was a long time ago. Anyway... We started dating, but then a few months later I overheard her in school. “He's such a geek, but he's got a big cock and he knows how to use it!" When her friend asked her if she even liked me, she laughed... That hurt a lot, so I broke up with her. When I was eighteen, I had another girl I liked, but she just slept with me once, thanked me for it and showed me to the door... Then it happened again when I was nineteen, a few times, and once when I was twenty. By twenty-two, I'd been used for my penis so frequently that I started to feel like that's all women wanted from me... It made me feel like that's all I was worth..."

She lifts her head, her eyes and brow softening. He looks so sad as he recalls his troubled history.

“I didn't want to exist just for sex. I became more reclusive. Before you, I hadn't had sex for almost four years... I just wanted someone to be truly intimate with. Someone I could have a real connection with. I wanted someone to love me... When you were like that with Martin, I panicked; you're the closest thing I've ever had to a proper girlfriend, and I didn't want to lose you. I just want you to understand why I was like that. I always wanted you but I wanted to take it slow. When you were so pushy, you kept making me think of how every other woman was... Sometimes I didn't handle that properly..."

Hearing his words, she gently strokes his cheek with her fingertips, her red claws brushing his soft flesh and running through his beard. Sitting up and lifting her phone, she drafts a rather long text. When she's done, she turns it over, for him to read.

“I'm so sorry that happened to you. I never meant for you to think that your body was all I wanted. I care for you so much. I truly love you, Jack. You're all I think about. I just don't know any other way to express my affection. It seems natural to be the way that I am. I didn't mean to upset you, and I didn't mean to make you jealous with Martin. I thought you didn't want me, so I was opening myself up to the possibility of him being my mate, even though it made me sad. All I have ever wanted since the day we met is to be your mate, to be your partner. I will try to do better for you."

“It's okay..." He speaks softly, his lips curling into a little smile. “I love you, too, and you don't have to do anything differently. Now that I know, that's all in the past; we need to look toward the future. Just you and me, Alie."

“Aww!" She coos.

Leaning in, the lovers share a long and, passionate kiss, just as Martin pokes his head in from the kitchen doorway.

“Is it safe?"

Hearing his voice, Alessandra hastily grabs her clothes and begins to dress herself. It's not out of modesty. She's certain that her new mate wouldn't want other males getting ideas.

“Oh, I'm sorry!" Jack exclaims, turning back and looking at Martin. “We didn't mean to keep you out of your own living room. I hope you weren't waiting long." He says as he pulls up his underwear.

“Nah. Just long enough to have breakfast... And lunch." Martin teases. “Are you two alright?"

“Mhm!" A now dressed Alessandra embraces Jack.

“Yeah. We're just fine." Jack replies, slipping an arm around her waist.

“Good! So... Want to get dressed now?" He looks to Jack.

“... Sure! Why not?!"

Getting up from the couch, Martin and Camilla both watch as Jack and Alessandra walk hand-in-hand through the double doors, down the hall and toward Jack's room.

“Let's hope they don't take another hour..." Martin murmurs. “Maybe we should watch TV or something? Is there anything you want to do?" He turns to Camilla.

“Mmmm..." She coos, narrowing her eyes and looking him up and down.

“Right..." Martin flashes a little smile.

After putting on his clothes and gathering their belongings, Jack and Alessandra return to find Martin and Camilla sitting on the loveseat. They're exceptionally close to each other. Sliding off of his lap, she straightens her skirt and watches the pair, who tell them that they should go back to the manor. Martin is eager to join them, and they drive as a convoy, with the disguised van following behind Martin's Lexus.

Upon returning to the house, Donnie and the other half of The Four Horsemen are pleased to see that Jack and Alessandra are alright. Though upset by his foolishness and surprised by the sudden arrival of Camilla, the fact that they're alive and free is a miracle. Jack's report is very brief and he learned very little during the mission. No one calls him out, however, and would rather leave well enough alone. Meanwhile, Alessandra introduces Camilla to the other girls, who are quite pleased to see a new face around the manor.

“Well, you're back, and that's all that matters." Louis says.

“Yeah. We were pretty worried, man!" Connor chimes in.

“Thanks... I appreciate you guys not, uhm..."

“Letting you have it for being a hot-headed dumbass? You're welcome." Donnie smirks.

“Never mind!" Jack chuckles.

“So, what about her?" Louis turns toward Camilla.

“What do you mean?"

“Well, we do have a new girl around. Where is she going to stay?" Connor asks.

“Oh! Well... I was talking to her this morning, sort of, and I think she might want to stay with me." Martin steps forward.

The other men simply stare at him, only for him to glance at Jack.

“Uh... Right! They hit it off pretty well, and he has plenty of room for her."

“What about her cover story?" Connor asks.

“Give it a month or two. I'll claim I welcomed her." Martin casually replies.

“Does she really want to live with you? I mean, we have plenty of room here and she might like being with other AdvAnimals." Donnie remarks.

“Hey, Cammy!" Martin chirps.

“Hm?!"

Camilla turns back and promptly approaches the men.

“Cammy's a nice nickname." Louis murmurs.

“Would you rather live here, with the other girls and these losers?" Martin asks, smirking and pointing his friends. “Or would you rather come back and live with me?"

“Mmm!" She latches onto Martin, throwing her arms around his neck as she stands by his side.

“See... I told you..." He chokes out.

She loosens her grip and leans against his arm, hanging on Martin in a manner eerily similar to how Alessandra hangs on Jack. Watching this and recalling Alessandra's words, and it's at that moment that Jack finally realizes that, perhaps, their behavior is something instinctual to their breed. Alie may have been merely attracted, but all of their time together has built a genuine bond; she does love him as much as she says.

“Alright." Donnie shrugs his shoulders.

With Camilla's mind made up, Louis takes a set of spare texting phones and programs new frequencies into them. He then presents these phones to Martin and Camilla. Saying their goodbyes, they all watch from the porch of the manor as Martin leads Camilla toward his car. Like a gentleman, he even opens the door for her. Within seconds, he's hopped into the driver's seat and speeds away, the tires kicking up dirt and squealing as he hits the pavement.

“Well, that's different... I thought he didn't like AdvAnimals?" Connor turns to the others.

“Maybe she's special to him?" Jack remarks, turning to Alessandra and holding her hand.

They smile at each other, only for Jack to then lean in and kiss her quite passionately on the lips. The men raise their brows while the girls watch and smile.

“Clearly..." Donnie murmurs.