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Zeig floated through an endless black void. He remembered the blood. The lancing pain was only brief, and indeed, his mind retreated into the merciful unconsciousness before he could suffer for too long. For that, at least, Zeig was grateful. What the lion wasn't grateful for, was the stark look of terror he saw in his girlfriend's eyes. He was sorry for her. He knew she cared about him, and would be heartbroken to see him go. It wasn't fair, that someone like her to lose the one she loved, not after so long. Indeed, Zeig was more upset about the fact that Stephanie would have to endure the pain of his loss, than he was about dying himself. Zeig was oddly at peace with death. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling, if floating through an endless black void was dying. His mind thought back to his platoon, his company, his fellow soldiers.

Trudging through blistering heat and searing sand, carrying enough equipment and hardware so that every step bore more weight than most people were able to bench press. 200 rounds for his M4 Carbine, extra clips for his Baretta M9 side pistol, trudging along laden with forty pounds worth of Interceptor Body Armor plates. He remembered those days. Sure, they were days from hell, but he remembered the faces of his men clearly. If the void was death, then at least it was peaceful, Zeig took comfort in the fact that the men that fell beside him in battle knew peace as their life faded. Of course, this was before the Facility, and the Protectorate.

A decorated soldier, Zeig retired with full military honors, a right knee that started hurting whenever he ran too long, and a lot of memories.

Unfortunately, carrying around an assault weapon through desert sands isn't exactly a marketable job skill, so when Zeig left the service, he found himself facing a future of uncertain employment. It seems that companies would thank him for his service, but that thanks didn't extend to giving him a job.

So, with his credit card debt increasing by the day trying to meek out life as a civilian, Zeig received a call from an organization identifying themselves as a security firm who were looking to hire individuals currently holding Secret or higher clearance levels. Zeig eagerly accepted the job offer as a godsend.

****

Zeig stood in file and rank among dozens of other furs wearing the same black uniform etched with the large red letter F on the left breast of the shirt. His were looking directly ahead, at the leader of the formation. A rottweiler, the only fur present dressed in fatigues as opposed to the facility uniform, paced back and forth in front of the assembled guards.

"What are you, men?" "We are the Guardsman. We are Humanity's first line of defense, sir." the assembly replied.

"What is your mission?" "To defend against the darkness. We are the jailors of the shadow. We stand against the darkness so that others may thrive in the light."

"That's right, men! Our job is to keep all these nasties and freaks under lock and key. Mistakes here cost lives. Your fuck ups, will cost lives. Which is why, if there is ever any doubt, that we cannot trust lives in your hands, you will be dealt with accordingly. This isn't your average prison guard, fellas. You fuck up here, and we'll reprimand whatever's left of your corpse after the nasties are done with it. Got it?" "Yes, sir!"

"Now let's get one thing straight. You men don't get to take a piss without adhering to protocol. Protocol is there for a reason. To keep you alive. There are no heroes here, fellas. None. At all. If there is a breach, you adhere to what you've been briefed on. Noncompliance with protocol, will cost lives. Do you understand me?" "Yes, sir!"

"Glad we understand each other. Men, welcome to the Facility."

****

Zeig was lost in the Grey Quarter of the Facility. He never was one to just wander and explore an underground compound full of things that wanted him dead in one way or another, Zeig did not have a death wish. He'd heard the horror stories about what happened to those who strayed into the dark corners of the Facility.

Still, when a breach of some specimen or another rendered half of the security quarters quarantined, Zeig had to temporarily relocated to another room. Unfortunately for the muscular lion, he found himself lost.

He wandered through the hallways, looking at the doors that were anything but sequential. That's when he thought he saw his salvation.

She walked toward him along the hallway, a dispassionate expression played across her shapely lapine features. She seemed to be a lithe specimen underneath her Facility uniform. Her pearl-white fur played a stark contrast to the black uniform, and the blazing red F seemed to match the red of her eyes. "Hey! Oh, thank god I found someone. Look, could you help me find room 507B?" Zeig had asked, eager to get to his room, and more than wanting an excuse to talk to one of the only girls he'd seen for a while. He thanked his lucky stars that she was a pretty little specimen. She stopped in her tracks and merely stared at the lion silently.

"Ehe... erm..." Zeig had said uncomfortably, fully realizing that her eyes only matched the letter F on her chest because of the red F's etched onto the four points over her iris. He looked for her name, and only read S-075 across her nametag. It hit him immediately, she was one of the experimental guards, outfitted with some augment or another. Zeig was willing to bet it was her computerized-looking eyes. She stared at him deeply with those eyes for a long while before Zeig spoke again.

"He... My name's Zeig. They moved me rooms and I have no idea how to get where I'm going... Can you help me, miss?" The rabbit girl continued to stare dispassionately before lifting her arm to point down the opposite end of the hall.

"That way? Thanks..." Zeig said, growing a bit unnerved. He felt the lust of a male who hadn't seen a pretty girl in ages well up within him, but the way the rabbit girl stared at him was as if she'd poured a bucket of ice water on him.

The rabbit girl continued to stare emotionlessly at him. "Do you have a name? I mean... not your number, but a name?" Zeig asked. The rabbit girl stared at him for a long time. He was blocking her path, so her mind decided that the quickest decision out of the situation was to answer the question. "Stephanie. Now move."

Zeig was a bit wary by the command, and as soon as he stepped to the side, Stephanie continued forward. Zeig sought to place a hand on her shoulder and ask, "Hey, is something wrong?" Unfortunately, the lion's knightly tendencies in wanting to rescue the girl from her troubles would cost him. Stephanie shot him a glance. Zeig thought he saw her eyes flash different colors before he woke up in the medical wing three days later.

Luckily, Zeig was escorted back to his room once he recovered a bit, and his life went back to normal. It was shortly after his recovery, that he happened upon the rabbit girl again. This time she did not stoically meet his gaze, and instead, looked sheepishly to the side. "I am sorry." she'd said.

Zeig, unsure of what exactly had happened, shook it off. "It's nothing really, heh... Shouldn'ta touched you, I guess..." Stephanie maintained her averted gaze. "You don't talk much, do you?" Zeig ventured. "I am not good at talking." Stephanie stated. While it may have been otherwise an honest confession, Stephanie said it almost robotically. A simple fact.

Zeig just gave a small, timid laugh, "Any chance I could help you out with that?" Stephanie nodded. "I would... like that." The rabbit girl was feeling mostly guilty.

Indeed, most of her free time was spent sleeping to give her brain as much rest as it could get from processing the information constantly fed it from her eyes. She'd lost count of how many times she'd lie alone on her bed, face down with a blindfold on, trying to deprive her eyes from as much stimulus as she could, just to get some rest.

However, even under all her hardware and programming, her mind was still biological. She still craved companionship. She didn't want to be alone. The Facility treated her as little more than a computer, but just because her desires were suppressed, didn't mean they weren't present. Indeed, they burst forth like a river from the mental damn behind which they'd been imprisoned, and soon Stephanie found herself wanting to spend more and more time with Zeig. He offered his companionship freely, and Stephanie was more than happy to have it.

****

Fires burned all around the entrance of the Facility. A firefight had broken out, trying to keep the infected from escaping into the outside. Amidst the explosions and gunfire, Zeig had managed to yank Stephanie behind an overturned black van. "Come with me." he said. "What?" Stephanie asked, confused as to what he could mean.

"Come with me. I talked to the Protectorate. They'll protect you! You don't have to be treated like a piece of hardware anymore!"

"Zeig... I..." Stephanie was conflicted. She was scared. Scared of the Facility, scared of running away. Could the Facility hack her programming and turn her into an unwilling spy? What if they've been slipping her Serum and she comes crawling back?

Too many questions raced through her mind, the emergency situation completely forgotten. Zeig pressed his case, "Come on! The Facility's going to cauterize the place any minute now. All we have to do is slip away!"

"You go, then. Why must I come along?" Stephanie asked. She didn't know if she should go, but she wanted Zeig to be happy, and wouldn't keep him here for her selfish desires... "Because I love you!" Zeig almost yelled. "I'm sick of watching how this place treats you. Of watching you have to bury who you really are just so you can take orders better. I want you to be free to be who you are, because I've seen who you are. You're a great person, and you shouldn't have to hide that because of what some alligator in a suit tell you to do!"

Stephanie listened, her heart beating faster with every word. Zeig continued, "I love you, and I'm selfish enough to hope you love me, too. To want you to run away with me..."

****

Death was interesting. Zeig thought life was supposed to flash before your eyes. The memories flooded back into his consciousness as clearly as if they'd happened yesterday. He figured they'd play back faster than he could follow them. He also thought there was supposed to be a flash of bright light. Maybe that was supposed to happen after the life replay. Zeig didn't know, he'd never died before.

A soft light pierced through the darkness. A soft green glow pinpointed with four red Fs at the top, bottom, and sides. They were her eyes. Zeig was a bit confused, but he was glad that his last image was to be of her eyes, looking down at him.

The eyes floated downward, and soon were level with him. He craned his neck up from his position, floating in the blackness on his back. He saw the eyes between his legs. It was shortly after that he felt a soft, warm wetness sliding over his balls. He gasped, more than a little confused, but he was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Remembering his lover's eyes and the feel of her mouth, well... Zeig was of the opinion that there were worse ways to die.

The feel of his lover's tongue quickly roused his passions even in the black eternity. His member slid out of his leonine sheath and stood tall, ready for what it knew was coming.

The darkness obliged as the eyes looked up at him seductively. The memory of Stephanie's tongue lapped slowly at his cock, and Zeig sighed contentedly. He felt the rabbit girl's mouth envelop his lion girth. His claws reached out to scritch behind his lovers ears, a practiced motion.

Apparently the darkness was going to oblige the lion even this pleasure as he felt the familiar rabbit ears. Zeig let loose a small groan of pleasure, a courtesy that was returned as Stephanie's voice reached him from the void. He heard the familiar cute moan, and indeed, the vibrations from her throat served to spur him closer to the edge.

Zeig felt his passion overtake him as he let loose a small growl, bucking his hips into the darkness, feeling his member sliding into his lover's throat. Stephanie's memory seemed to oblige him, he felt her mouth bob up and down in turn. The feel of her tongue roaming his meaty shaft was a memory Zeig thought to enjoy ever moment of.

He fucked the shadowy mouth for what seemed to be an eternity. Every time he got close, the mouth would slow to a painful crawl, leaving Zeig to buck desperately until he cooled down, only to be teased to the edge again.

Zeig could not stand it. He held the mouth down and bucked furiously before his mind exploded in a flash of white light. He emptied his balls into the darkness, each twitch of his leonine member sending a torrent of lionseed down the shadowy throat of his lover's memory.

His world seem to spin, colors and flashes coming randomly. He shut his eyes tight, and waited for the dizziness to fade.

When he next opened them, he looked around. Gone was the dark eternity, Zeig awoke from his drug-induced coma to find himself in a dark hospital room. Between his legs, lapping up the rest of his cum, was Stephanie, looking up at him as she worked. The microLEDs within her eyes shone out like beacons in the dark room, the light of the various monitors highlighting the curves of his lapine lover. "Welcome back." she whispered.

Zeig smiled down at the sight, and laid back again. "Do you want me to go again?" Stephanie asked. Zeig nodded weakly, wondering if any of his friends that had been shot enjoyed their time quite as much as he did.

****

Alexander rode along in a nondescript black van aside several furs in Protectorate blue security uniforms. He had been informed that he was being requested for this assignment because of his unique biology. Apparently an old wax museum was giving off an odd radiation at specific times during the night. Apparently electrical equipment sent in to investigate always went haywire, and anyone sent in to check it out had no memory of anything they did within the museum's walls.

The Protectorate's hopes were that Alexander's unique biology might grant them some insight to the anomaly. However, unfortunately for them, Alexander never made it to the site.

BOOM!

A large explosion sent the car spiraling into a roll that stopped in a nearby ditch. It was as if it happened in slow motion, no one in the car knew what was going on. The shapeshifter had one thought: protect Melissa. His foxy friend was a field agent, and was designated to be his partner on this mission, staying by his side.

The shapeshifter managed to grab ahold of Melissa, and indeed, his soft pliable body proved to cushion her fall as well as prevent her head from cracking against the windshield. The other Protectorate personnel, were not so lucky. The injured guardsman set about to climbing from the wreckage, all too aware of the orange flames that surrounded them.

Alexander crawled out of the wreckage with Melissa in tow. "It's an ambush!"

Black vans surrounded their position, Facility personnel each training guns. "We only want the specimen. The rest were killed in the car crash."

Before the Protectorate security personnel could protest, they were gun downed by machinegun fire. "NO!" Melissa screamed, but Alexander pushed her back into the van before she could be shot as well.

"STOP!" Alexander yelled. "I'll comply if you let her live!"

There was a murmur passed along the Facility guards. "We don't make deals with freaks."

Alexander shook his head vigorously, "This isn't a trick. I just want the girl to live."

"Men! The girl died in the crash!" "No-" "Open fire on the van on my mark." "Don't-" "Fire!"

"NO!" Alexander screamed. Dozens of tentacles sprang out from his body at every assembled guardsman present. Purple tentacle wrapped around the neck of every Facility guard there. Alexander saw red and lifted each of them up by their necks.

One particularly brave husky opened fire. He was in no way accurate, but a few bullets did hit Alexander, and several more glanced off of the Protectorate van that housed Melissa. SNAP. The husky's lifeless body dropped to the ground, his neck bent out at an odd angle, entirely broken.

Alexander watched the rest of the Guardsman struggle as he effectively hung them out to choke. "You called the thunder..." He throttled the assembled guardsman into dropping their weapons. He threw them all aside with the rough application of yet more tentacles from his mass. "Now reap the whirlwi-GAAAH!"

Several tentacles dropped to the ground, cleanly severed from Alexander's main body.

******

Sitting in a nondescript black van a distance away from the commotion, sat a large brown bear in a black suit. "1600 hours and, 26 minutes. The Tarantula Project is fully underway."

****

Alexander withdrew his tentacles into as the Facility security guards fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering as they clutched at their necks. Alexander's green blood stained the area around him as he looked toward the disturbance.

Professor Hathaway, the dark brown squirrel girl with the large fluffy tail stood smirking at him. "Remember me, Alex?~"

Alex looked curiously at her. She was different. Along her arms were undulating holes that writhed as if something were within them. Continuing on down her back, what looked like abscesses continued to pulsate and ooze. "What do you think of your handiwork, Alex?" Professor Hathaway asked, her voice carrying a deranged tone. Her chipper voice darkly contrasted her form.

"My handiwork? I didn't do this to you!" Alex said.

"LIAR!" Professor Hathaway said, her pretend happy voice faltering. Her voice grew angrier, more loathsome. "Look at what I have become! LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" the squirrel girl screamed at the tentacle monster. Alex was at a loss for words. "Professor... I didn't-" "SHUT UP!"

The holes on Professor Hathaway's arms and back erupted into long, glistening black tentacles. Each of the tentacles seemed to have a bone protrusion that looked like either a wickedly serrated blade, a curved hook, or sharp spike. All manner of gruesome instruments of bone.

Professor Hathaway's tentacles buried themselves into the ground and started to lift the squirrel girl up. She seemed grotesquely angelic as she was lifted off of the ground, her arms outstretched.

"Welcome to hell, Alexander~"