{"sf1_id":597240,"sf2_id":"GnDMkw81","title":"NCIS 3","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":5662,"posted_at":"2013-10-01T00:41:00.000Z","tags":["Female","Fox","Human","Male","Series","Slavery","Wolf","fanfic","ncis"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/597240-ncis-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDMkw81","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a6/14/a61435d8-6bab-416e-946c-1735a14ac350","description":"#4 of FanFiction\n\nMore NCIS GELF stuff. Where might the team's blind spots lead?","content":" NCIS meets KFB - 2012-0108.2323  \n[NCIS characters used in noncanon situation  \nwithout copyright holder permission]  \n  \nSo Ducky and Abby were waiting for the DNA analysis, Tim was checking  \nBiological Synthetics Incorporated's finances and foreign ownership, Tony was  \neying some femfurs for a personal interview, and Gibbs was slogging along  \ntalking with various foxie products.  \n  \nHe was getting tired of asking the same questions, and he didn't know that  \nmixes didn't listen if they weren't involved, so he thought he had to do the  \ninterrogations one after the other instead of getting a skulk of foxes in a  \nbig room.  \n  \nAfter he'd finished Betty she told him the kennel leaders would know more  \nabout what fox did what work, and she asked if he'd spoken to Kevin. R4G2/  \nKvn47 was rather sly for an idiot fox mix, and he'd helped Betty as he grew  \nup to surpass Betty as one of Kennel Nine's leaders.  \n  \nKennel Nine was for Canids and held coyotes, dingoes, dholes, foxes, house-  \ndogs, jackals and wolves. Kevvy had rather enjoyed the herm Dhole sisters as  \nhe grew up, and frankly Betty had too. The leaders at the time, the Chrome  \nCollar slave wolves Clarence, Chuck and Chauncey, had been confused, but  \nthey were older and had less mind.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kennel Two had the Felids. Lions, Tigers, Leopards, Jaguars. Cheetahs,  \nCougars, Ocelots. Servals, Caracals, Margays, Clouded and Snow Leopards.  \nHouse and Wild cats.  \n  \nAnd then the Herpestids, the Mongooses and Meerkats. The Vivverrids, the  \nCivets, Palm Civets, Linsangs. The Mephids, skunks and badgers. The Mustel-  \nids, weasels, otters.  \n  \nSo many fun fur species mixes! Rodents like mice, rats, gerbils, capybaras,  \nbeavers. Lagomorphs like rabbits and hares. You'd be surprised how many rich  \nbored men paid for cross-hybrids to get different fur patterns and body parts  \nfor their servants.  \n  \n~  \n  \nAll these furry animal-people on their knees gave Gibbs a headache.  \nso many ... things ... to talk to, so many stories to correlate. He needed  \nTim and his wonder-computer to sort out what had DNA like a fox, what could  \nhave served Dani in Room 103.  \n  \nBecause he'd figured out that just because the compound's records said Dani  \nhad only rented Ginger and Roger Wolf and always taken them to Room 103, it  \ndidn't mean no other furtoy had been there to clean and destroy evidence.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He still thought they were missing something, a nagging suspicion there was  \na breakthrough in the case just barely out of reach. He'd run this investi-  \ngation by the book, and it almost always worked out.  \n  \nBut there were a few cases where the book didn't quite cut it, and this was  \nshaping up as one of them. These fur slaves were so submissive they'd agree  \nto anything a human told them, unless it wasn't their training.  \n  \nThen they'd stop you to ask 'what word' or say \"I don't know what you mean\".  \nAlways with \"Master\" to be obedient. But it was damn hard to get any of the  \nidiots to just make an assertive statement, to say \"I'm sure this is what  \nhappened.\"  \n  \nR4G2/KvN47 Kevin was different, and that annoyed the heck out of Gibbs.  \nWhat had Mel Thompson been thinking when she made him in Lab Four? Maybe  \nit was the fact she'd had a bad car accident, and got fixed up with some  \nanimal DNA to make better, stronger, faster organs and muscles.  \n  \nOr she got really bored with the KawaSuki AutoSynths just stewing stinking  \nDNA soup, so when she saw Alysa Benton's order for a Fox domestic servant and  \npleasure slave Mel went outside the box and gave the idiot beast something  \nspecial.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mel Thompson gave Kevin more of a mind than most mixes. He didn't really  \nneed it as a furslave, and a mind would interfere with his duty as a product,  \nso she hid stuff in him. Maybe she just wanted to see if the electrochemical  \ngoo becoming a Foxboy's mind could handle it.  \n  \n~  \n  \nFoxes are considered sly and mischievous by several human cultures.  \nMaybe Mel just wanted to push the envelope with Kevvy. The knowledge she hid  \nin his brain poked out at unusual times. You couldn't just have the beast  \npull it out on command.  \n  \nBut he'd been poked to offer help to a Mouseboy and the Foxgirl Betty when  \nthey were injured. He wasn't bright enough to know the medical terms, he just  \nacted as if someone was pulling puppet strings. He stopped a wolf fight when  \nit wasn't his place, and who ever heard of a Leather-Collar slave striking  \nChrome wolves with a neck-chain?  \n  \nKevin was sly enough not to blab these things, but he wasn't able to evade  \nGibbs' direct questions. Submission was quite literally burned into his mind,  \nand he simply told the truth, at least from his viewpoint.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Kevin was Alysa's property, but she worked for Hot!Tech and was at BioSyn's  \nButte Montana USA production facility because there were still glitches in the  \n'Synth controls. Alysa suspected it wasn't the machine, or her software, but  \nthe way other humans used the app.  \n  \nEven Mel used it in a slightly screwy way, and she had PhD's in medicine and  \nbiochemistry, so she should've known better. But maybe the docs hadn't fixed  \nher brain carefully enough. Or the animal DNA was goofing her around.  \n  \nMel was the head of Lab Four, but she and the other furtoy makers had a habit  \nof starting the DNA sequence but then interrupting the control program, and  \nsticking in their own codes or randomising character traits! OK for basic  \nresearch, but bad for business, because it made the finished sequence less  \nreliable.  \n  \n~  \n  \nGibbs wasn't a science nerd, but he'd been a US Marine so he knew the  \nneed for discipline. He wasn't a geek like Tim, or been a cop like Tony. But  \nhe did know enough to realise he had knowledge limits and surround himself  \nwith team members whose fields complemented each other.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gibbs remembered his high-school science classes in taxonomy, the system  \nof classifying living organisms made famous by the Swedish botanist Linnaeus.  \nGibbs didn't remember the man's first name Carolus, the date he published his  \nwork 1735, or the book /Systema Natura/, but unlike Tim, Gibbs didn't get  \nbogged down in the details.  \n  \nThe more Gibbs talked with Kevin Foxboy, the more he realised the FUBAR  \nstuff that people just shrugged, \"Life's frakked up, deal with it!\" They  \nkept to their own comfort zones, and had an unsettling ability to ignore  \nwhatever didn't fit into their preconceived notions.  \n  \nKev wasn't bright enough to throw evidence out. He saw the Masters do  \nthings, and he didn't know why, but it was his place to obey so he did.  \nBetty had been hurt by Senator Harriman, but he just used her as a sex  \ntoy and discarded her. Exactly what she was made for.  \n  \nHarriman wasn't being cruel. Betty was a foxgirl, made as a slave, so he  \ndidn't care she had feelings. Kevin knew she'd been hurt, and he learned it  \nwas called abuse if she didn't disobey. But he wasn't able to be angry at  \nthe Master. He was just acting as any Master does to any slave.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ~  \n  \nDanielle Roberts had just been relaxing with her wolftoys Roger and  \nGinger. They were trained to help, even do adult things for her, so they did.  \nShe was so relaxed she didn't wake when one of the human guards came in with  \na sexy hot girl fox.  \n  \nRoger and Ginger noticed the foxgirl's scent immediately, and knew what it  \nmeant. The Master said OK, so the three canids practiced their training with  \neach other. As the only male furr, Roger had more work, especially since  \nfemfurs last longer anyway.  \n  \nSo they played together in a furpile on the floor, and they were used to  \nperforming for humans' pleasure, so they forgot to pay attention since the  \nGuard wasn't commanding them. They had better hearing than the humans, but  \nthey didn't pay attention as he injected Dani with drugs that made her feel  \nreally good.  \n  \nUnder her toenails so even Ducky missed the forensic evidence. Dani's body  \nmetabolised the drugs to destroy the evidence, and she didn't know she'd been  \nslipped the first part of the binary drug in the wine she'd ordered.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Each part was innocuous separately, and even if mixed had only a mild effect.  \nIt was only when they were broken down that digestive juices formed a catalyst,  \nmaking them react and form a deadly combination.  \n  \nAll the new drug did was interfere with the brain's serotonin, that carried  \nelectrical impulses among neurons. You get a similar effect with MDMA-zing,  \nthe party drug Ecstasy. It makes you feel very good, very friendly, very  \ntrusting.  \n  \nBut it also takes away your judgment, and very soon Dani was no longer able  \nto realise she was in danger. The beasts had no idea what she was feeling, just  \nthat she was relaxing, and their tails wagged because Mistress was happy. They  \nwere too dumb to consider why.  \n  \nAnd when the drug is done, your serotonin is depleted. The brain gets used  \nto the drug handling messages, and slows down. Enough so the alcohol and other  \nmind depressants interfered with signals to her heart and lungs, and the brain  \nhad become too confused to know it was slowly dying of oxygen starvation.  \n  \nIt took about four minutes for Danielle Roberts' brain cells to start dying,  \nand by then her body had metabolised the evidence away. Even when she was  \nclinically dead, her body cells soldiered on a bit, until they too suffered  \nfrom lack of oxygen.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; ~  \n  \nIt was a very calm, quiet death that alerted no-one and no furslave,  \nand would seem quite natural. That's what the guard intended, and while Dani  \nwas dying he felt her up a lot, exploring and enjoying her unmoving but  \nstill nicely warm body.  \n  \nHe discovered the key she carried and her documents. He had the furtoys  \nmove the bed, then go back to each other. As long as Mistress was sleeping  \nand Master was calm and relaxed, they had no idea anything was wrong.  \n  \nReginald took the documents from Dani and the payment from the hidden safe.  \nHe simply walked out, down the hall to the lobby, and back to his post. At  \nthe end of his shift he just drove off.  \n  \nThe maintenance staff knew Dani had rented Roger and Ginger, and the beasts  \nwould know if anything went wrong. They were trained bed toys. The humans  \nlet Dani sleep and returned the three furtoys to the kennel to sleep. The  \nmorning staff beasts moved the bed back and let Mistress sleep undisturbed.  \n  \nThey were perfectly aware that her body wasn't warm, but they just added a  \nblanket to the bed, because that was the limit of their training. Their minds  \nwere too idiot to check her, or to realise even they couldn't hear her breath-  \ning because she wasn't.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Dead humans were so far out of any mixes' training they wouldn't understand  \neven if they were told. Even if one of the few who had seen dead mixes came  \nin, they wouldn't connect Dani's changed scent with death.  \n  \nDead guests were also outside even the guards' experience. They were animal  \nhandlers, not doctors. It was only when the time Dani had rented the room and  \nwolftoys expired that the human head of Housekeeping thought to check on her.  \n  \nBy then it was far too late for emergency medical technicians, and it was  \nonly when they called the Butte cops they found her Navy uniform, freshly  \ncleaned and pressed by mixes who didn't know the big Human words 'ev-i-dence'  \nor 'des-truc-tion'.  \n  \n~  \n  \nFade, cut, return. The DNA Analyser beeped, and Abby was used to Major  \nMass Spec's tendency to lose results if she didn't react, so she plopped down  \nat the display. What she saw surprised her, and she interrupted Ducky's latest  \nstroll down memory lane.  \n  \nOr perhaps the duffer was strolling somewhere else. He was a healthy human  \nmale after all, and he'd been playing absent-minded for decades as a ruse to  \nlull suspects into a false sense of security.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And Sandy Kantor was a very healthy human female. Both NCIS agents were  \naware the other suspect Mel Thompson was enhanced, and her body showed it.  \nEven Tim had definitely been interested in her, and of course Tony was a  \nlecher. Abby occasionally wanted to hose him down. But Tony was probably  \nkinky enough he'd enjoy it.  \n  \nThe results were in. The fur they'd found on Chief Petty Officer Danielle  \nRoberts was Fox, R4G2, American Red, and male. And there was additional DNA  \nthat was human, Caucasian, male. In addition to Dani's human female DNA.  \n  \nSo what did the evidence point to? It couldn't say why the fur had other  \nDNA with it, and there was more than one male American Red R4G2 fox around.  \nBut it pointed in another direction.  \n  \nThere had been another human in the room with Dani. And neither Fox Kevin  \nnor Betty, nor Wolves Ginger or Roger had mentioned it. Kevin had kept steer-  \ning Gibbs' questioning away from foxes, as if he had something to hide. But  \nhe'd never said a Master was there.  \n  \nEven if Kevin had been the fox close to Dani, it didn't mean he'd hurt her,  \nor knew who had. And how could a mere slaveboy dare hurt a Mistress? Mel had  \nbeen very sure no mix had the mind to feel anger at the treatment.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Heck, Abby had talked with Mel and seen the European Red Fox Red Fourteen.  \nAbby had been horrified to see the ripped fur and bare skin of the spots that  \nhad healed on Red's back, even months after he'd been rescued from a human  \nwho beat him terribly just because it was legal.  \n  \nRed had felt the pain and howled his inhuman throat raw. And still the man  \nbeat him. The owner had anger-management problems, was insubordinate at work,  \nand was very angry at his boss for the performance review. He took out his  \nfrustration on Red.  \n  \nRed was too dumb to know it was called abuse. He howled and hurt and almost  \ndied from internal injuries. But he was unable to blame the Master. A tech  \nhad made his mind that way, because humans wanted their slaves to just take  \nit.  \n  \nMel had been angry at the man, and nursed Red back. But the fur would never  \ngrow back, and the throat was damaged beyond repair. Red was too dumb even to  \nwhimper and crawl, and beg for Hot!Tech organ replacements. They had worked  \non Mel's body after her car accident.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He didn't know that he wasn't kneeling at the feet of a natural human. Mel  \nThompson's body had not been healed, it was far too burned. Even her brain  \nwas damaged, her skull fractured.  \n  \nBSI Labs had grown an entire new body for their broken employee, and the  \nnew Mel was actually a Mark One Mod One -- a Furson.  \n  \n~  \n  \nFade, cut, return. Mixes didn't even have enough mind to object to  \nabuse. But they were also too dumb to know if someone was just very relaxed  \nfrom using furtoys or was drugged into unconsciousness. And they wouldn't  \nknow it was wrong to let a guard tie her down and inject chemicals into her  \nto kill her.  \n  \nAs long as he was calm and commanding they'd submit. The beasts would watch  \na crime and never know that's what it was. As long as Mistress was relaxed  \nand didn't object they'd remain on their furry knees, and it was Human activ-  \nity so it wouldn't even register in their fake minds unless a Human commanded  \ntheir obedience.  \n  \nSo if you asked a mix what happened to the woman, they'd be honestly unable  \nto answer. They wouldn't even know something \\*had\\* happened, and she was  \nsleeping when the chrome came to fetch them. They'd never tell the Chrome  \nthe woman was held down and then released, and she'd never think to ask.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; And then the obedient, submissive and totally dumb beasts would clean the  \nroom because they were trained to ready it for the next guest. They'd clean  \nand think she was still sleeping, and no beast would dare disturb a Mistress.  \n  \nThe guard Reginald was foxy sly himself and had figured out the flaw in  \nBioSyn's careful plans. Mixes were made and trained to kneel and crawl, and  \nbe attentive to human commands but not interfere by daring to listen.  \n  \nEven Kevin would literally be unaware of what two humans were talking about,  \nand he was about the brightest mix Mel had made so far. Perhaps her own DNA  \nfrom various human and animal sources made conflicts in her new body, and  \nshe wasn't aware of the inherent dangers.  \n  \nMixes could be misused. Oh, they wouldn't dare attack a human, even on  \ncommand like an attack dog. Unless one human attacked another, then they'd  \nput themselves in the way. But so what? If you wanted to attack someone,  \njust shoot the damn beast and get on with it.  \n  \nReginald liked testing the mixes. He frequently wandered into a kennel and  \nasked the guard for a mix. Everyone knew what he meant, and it wasn't throwing  \nFrisbees outside for the mix to fetch.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mixes liked being tested, and they wanted it. Mel made sure to bend their  \nbeast brains that way. Reg simply ordered Ginger and Roger to play with each  \nother, and he was calm and commanding, so they could relax and be sex slaves.  \n  \nOnly if Dani had been able to protest or call for help would they dare to  \ninterfere in what a Master was doing. The very concept of crime was so far  \nabove their limited minds they wouldn't know it when they saw it.  \n  \nReginald was perfectly safe from the wolves and fox. None of the beasts  \nwould realise he was killing Dani, because he wasn't pulling or biting her.  \nTheir dumb animal minds would know that was an attack, but they'd just pull  \nback to avoid being the bigger predator's next meal.  \n  \nIf you asked a mix who'd been in the room, they'd say just Mistress Dani,  \nbecause they were used to being led by Guards and left for a Guest. It wasn't  \nexactly a lie, just incomplete, and no mix knew such a big Human word.  \n  \nSo there was no guilt, no thought of hiding anything. They just wouldn't  \nthink to mention the Guard who led the Foxgirl in. You'd have to know to  \ncommand them to name every human and mix, and then you'd find out it was  \nMistress Dani, Master Reginald, Fred and Ginger wolf, and the new fox.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She was young and it didn't matter to the humans or mixes what her mix  \ncode was. She wasn't registered to the room since Reg had just led her in  \nto distract Dani and the wolves, so the kennel records didn't show her.  \n  \nThat was perfectly true. The records just said what guest rented which  \nmixes, and what room they went to. It never claimed to be a complete record  \nof all the humans and mixes that went through the main lobby and entered  \nthe corridor to the playrooms.  \n  \nThe mixes were products with only enough mind to obey. Some of the older  \nones were trained well enough they'd beg a Guard to let them walk in and  \nclean, but most would never think to be that assertive. Again, a big Human  \nword they couldn't keep in their silly little minds.  \n  \n~  \n  \nFade, cut, return. Maybe it's the end of the hour episode already, I  \ndunno. While Tony was busy investigating the mink mix and the Deer lady, and  \nDucky was exploring Sandy, Tim was busy doing his Elf Lord thing on a Hot!  \nTech wifi link.  \n  \nHe was really enjoying the speed of the wireless link. He knew the keyclicks  \nhad to be arranged in an internet packet, like writing a letter and sealing it  \nin an envelope (if you remember snail mail) or email going to a POP3 server  \nthen through SMTP to the addressed server, then to the email box.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; He was used to wireless 802.11b's slow links or 11g's 54Mbps. There was a  \nslight delay in his games at home while the game info was shot through cyber-  \nspace and an unknown number of intermediate relays to the game server.  \n  \nThis net was like it was his own private server and he wasn't sharing. He  \nwanted to relax a bit because Gibbs was on his back as usual. The man was  \na damn Luddite, and even worse, he didn't want to even learn about the stuff  \nTim had spent years of his life learning.  \n  \nHe knew Gibbs had been a Marine sniper, and frankly what's the difference  \nbetween a murderer and a soldier? The military kills on command, not their  \nown feelings, so it's OK? Tim much preferred to do his killing in a virtual  \nworld with keystrokes or mouse clicks.  \n  \nElf Lord was currently involved in a virtual-fight-to-the-death against  \nAtor57 and Rockjaw19. Actually it was a melee with about twenty avatars  \nhacking away at each other, but Ator and Rock were skilled and gave Elf  \nsome competition.  \n  \nTurn right, hack, parry. Left, lunge, avoid going off balance. Not enough  \ntime to really think, just keep turning, raise shield, deflect return blow,  \ncareful of your exposed knees. Rock was bright enough to swing for Elf's  \nshin guards when he turned.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Luckily there were no teams, so the attacks were uncoordinated. There was  \na multicast link to talk with one or a few players, or the broadcast to  \neveryone.  \n  \nBut really, what was there to say? Hack through your enemies and the castle  \ndefenders. Find the evil wizard's weapons (why would they be just lying around,  \nhmmm?) Use the Sword of Sorrows or the Shield of Destiny to find the Cloak of  \nSecrets and learn the castle's dark secrets.  \n  \nTo be perfectly honest, Tim had started playing Massively Multiplayer On-  \nline Role Playing Games in his teens, and only later when he was learning  \ntech stuff and computers did he discover IBM Corp's Report Program Generator  \ncomputer language.  \n  \nNow he got a chuckle when the boys and younger men played RPGs and didn't  \ntwig the older meaning of RPG. Or the military use of Rocket-Propelled Gre-  \nnades. The people Elf Lord encountered were so self-centered they thought  \nthat the things they learned were the only ones that existed.  \n  \nIn a way the internet hackers and script kiddies were like these mix beasts  \nwho only knew what they were taught. Tim had curiosity and was eager to learn  \nwhat other cultures valued. Those kids who just went to hackerDOTcom were just  \ndilettantes, grabbing what someone else had spent effort figuring out.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sure there were legitimate threats out there. But many online viruses are  \nmade by 'do-it-yourself-hacker' kits; the people didn't really know anything  \nabout tech, just made variations on what someone else did. They were like  \nlittle kids spreading germs just because they could.  \n  \nOn the other hand, Tim was a cracker. That meant he knew enough about the  \nassumptions tech makers made to infiltrate. Decades ago, the first 'phone  \nphreaks' made free long-distance phone calls, because they figured out AT\u0026T  \nwas using computerised switches, and the switches communicated with each  \nother over the same phone lines.  \n  \nThey just used beeps and whistles that humans don't make when talking. But  \nthe phreaks made electronic boxes that made the same \"I'm dialing a special  \naccess code\" noises and tricked the tech.  \n  \nElf Lord had been one of the guys who made a box from Radio Shack parts and  \nrealised the potential for crime. He didn't hide in the bushes to overhear an  \nATM transaction and make his own unauthorised ATM withdrawals. But the box he  \nmade would have let him do so.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Now Tim used his ability to out-think the bad guys. It was easy enough to  \nconvert your voice to data and send it over the internet. Voice over IP (VoIP)  \nhad become a popular way to pretend to get around the phone company and its  \nfees.  \n  \nBut Tim knew the real joke was on the kiddies, because VoIP uses an internet  \nconnection, so you're still paying. And phone companies run ISPs so you could  \nbe paying some phone company anyway.  \n  \nSure you could go to an internet cafe or another WiFi 'hotspot' and not  \nget a monthly bill. But cafes charge for access, and if you think it's free  \nbecause you don't get a bill, you're naive. You either pay up front or in  \ninflated prices for the food you eat.  \n  \n~  \n  \nMeanwhile Ducky was pumping Sandy for information, and the man could  \ngo on and on when something new reminded him of a previous case. I'm probably  \nrambling too. And Red Fourteen was kneeling on his fox pad wanting Mistress  \nto let him pump her for her pleasure.  \n  \nRed was an older mix, so he wasn't as bright as the new crop of seed mixes.  \nActually most of them were mentally challenged so they'd be obedient. There's  \na difference between remembering stuff stuck in your head, and being able to  \napply it to new situations.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; For example, mixes were trained as servants, so they knew how to scrub  \nfloors and walls. But they wouldn't even know what to scrub \\*with\\* unless  \nyou told them. Then they would think that each floor cleaning product was  \nseparate. A human would know to make a choice and use their favourite.  \n  \nWhat the Vet lady was telling Ducko about mix brains was fascinating, but  \nhere again she was distracting him from his goal, which was to determine if  \na mix could be an assassin. They seemed too dumb to think of it on their own,  \nbut if an assertive man commanded?  \n  \nActually mixes are slaves so they have an organic version of Isaac Asimov's  \nThree Laws of Robotics. A mix can't kill a human, it has to stop a human from  \nbeing harmed; it has to obey orders unless they are to kill or harm a human;  \nit can protect its own life unless it breaks a command or harms a human.  \n  \nBut R3G2 guards aren't that bright. They actually don't know that breaking  \na burglar will hurt him. They don't even know when they're hurt, they just  \ntell their boss if parts don't work right. They're bigger, stronger, faster  \nthan humans so you have to train them to leave him alive for the cops.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; It turned out that mixes wouldn't kill even to protect themselves. They'd  \nshake if you made them choose to kill or let someone else kill. You couldn't  \njust order them kill, but you could order attack.  \n  \nHere was the crux. You could hold a pillow over someone's face and tell a  \nmix to push down hard. They're too dumb to know pushing a pillow will kill,  \nunless they'd been told so or the person struggled or called out. They know  \nthat struggle or cries for help mean the human's being harmed.  \n  \nYou could mix poison in someone's water glass and tell a mix to serve it.  \nEven if the beast watched you, it would have to be taught to read to know the  \nwater would kill, and serving it wasn't killing. If the intended victim just  \naccepted it, the beast would let you drink.  \n  \nOh, it'd try to help while you convulsed, but that just means it'd try to  \ncall for a doctor. Only if you asked, \"What's this?\" or told it to say what  \nwas in the water would it say, \"water with some liquid added\". It wouldn't  \nknow it was poison unless it was floor cleaner or bleach.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mixes honestly don't know the word 'understand' and it's too big a word for  \ntheir minds to grasp. They don't know something's dangerous to humans if it  \nisn't dangerous to mixes, and mixes are stronger and faster than humans with  \nstronger senses.  \n  \nWhat they don't have is common sense, because it's common to humans, not  \nbeasts. What Ducky had discovered while Abby was drooling over the tech was  \nthe mixes wouldn't raise an alarm if the humans were calm. And mixes were  \ntoo dumb to conceal facts, or know what \\*might\\* have happened. A fact either  \n\\*is\\* or it \\*is not\\*.  \n  \nActually Abby was looking at more than the gleaming KawaSuki AuthoSynths  \nin their sterilised lab alcoves. She was a Goth, and had some interesting  \ntattoos she'd never shown the men. She also liked to wear a black leather  \ndog collar, the spikier the better.  \n  \nAll the mixes were slaves, and wore collars just like the family dog. The  \nyoung ones wore steel, heavy on their young necks. The older ones only needed  \nleather to remind them to Obey, and the kennel leaders like Betty Foxgirl wore  \na chrome band on leather.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; To be honest, Abby liked the look on the fur. The beasts were trimmed a  \nlittle to make them obey a Human's whim, and if they were allowed up off  \ntheir knees Abs could see the shape of the boy and girl parts hidden in  \nfur. Every time she'd seen a boy mix led by she'd looked, and she was  \ndistracted by the older girls' bodies swaying and undulating.  \n  \nThere was another thing that distracted Abby, and that was the swaying tails  \non the furry beasts. She knew Tony only looked at the girl parts and wanted  \nthe fur out of the way. He wouldn't know who led the beast or who she was.  \nOnly the girl parts mattered to the lecher.  \n  \n~  \n  \nSome of Abby Scuito's personal kinks she kept hidden from the NCIS.  \nThe USA Navy had investigated only for possible security risks, and sleeping  \nin a coffin was kinky, not a risk. If everyone knew, it wasn't secret, so  \nnobody could embarrass her by threatening to expose the lifestyle.  \n  \nHowever, Abby was quite certain of her kinks, and had rather enjoyed being  \ninvestigated. I mean telling about the style, but she was quite adamant about  \nkeeping her personal life out of her job.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Sure she wore black clothing in the lab and blasted Goth rock on the radio.  \nShe sometimes thought problems through by lying on the floor, and sometimes  \nher penchant for privacy led her to put superglue on the floor to trap anyone  \nsneaking through the door.  \n  \nThe fact she also wore a dog collar at work never seemed to bother Gibbs.  \nTony probably didn't care to know about the Goth lifestyle, just the kink.  \nTim seemed perturbed about it, till she asked if he'd prefer she wear deep-  \nplunge necklines like the fantasy heroines (why would anyone choose to fight  \npractically naked and thus unprotected, unless it shocked or distracted  \nopponents?).  \n  \nTimmy'd seemed even more embarrassed, because he knew exactly what she was  \nreferring to. It was a blind spot in his own thinking that he'd thought it was  \nkinda a nerd secret. Young men like seeing women's bodies, it's just a fact.  \nIt's still PG13 cause I'm not giving details.  \n  \nAnyway, Abby noticed her breath coming quicker as she saw all these furrs  \nled around on leashes, the steel links on the wide black leather collars,  \nwrist and ankle cuffs tinkling musically as they walked, or knelt, or crawled.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; She had to remember she was here to investigate a murder, not the furtoys.  \nAbby was a healthy human woman after all, and these slaves were built to  \nappeal to men and women. The psychologists knew their stuff, even if no  \nbeast could remember such a big Human word even if you told it.  \n  \nSee, that was another thing about mixes. They were made dumb, on purpose,  \nto keep them low and submissive. They couldn't generalise, so even after you  \ntold them not to drink the sweet-smelling and -tasting cleaning liquid, they'd  \ntry the next bottle in the next room!  \n  \nThey would literally not know that it was all cleaning fluid you were warn-  \ning them about! If you told them to use one bottle in one room, then led them  \nto another room, they'd look for the same bottle. If you didn't tell them the  \nfirst time they'd just kneel patiently waiting for commands.  \n  \nAnd even if you told them to go to the cabinet you'd have to say which bot-  \ntle to get. They could see colours, but not as well as humans, and have trouble  \ntelling, say, which \\*shade\\* of pink to pick up. Cleaners are made for humans  \nwho can read, or at least learn the skull-and-cross-bones 'poison' warning.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Mixes don't know what skulls or bones look like. Their dumb animal donors  \nprobably do, cause they're either predators or prey. But dumb animals can't  \ntalk, so humans don't know what to tell mixes, so mixes never learn ...  \n  \nWhy this BS matters is because everyone involved, from SecNav on down the  \nNCIS ranks, to Mark and Tom and the Biological Synthetics crowd, to Mel and  \nAlysa, to Kevin, Betty, Roger, Ginger and all species of DNA mix fur slave,  \nhad their own mental blind spots which overlapped and messed up their  \nentire way of thinking.  \n  \nInstead of complementing each other's skills and filling in each other's  \nblind spots, the Kennel honchos had left themselves open to the kind of  \nmanipulation Reggie the guard had exploited. The suits thought the records  \ntold all, the guards thought they'd be able to spot any problems, the staff  \nstayed in their mental comfort zones.  \n  \nThe techs who kept the records didn't know how they'd be used and were too  \nbusy to care. The eggheads who designed and built the Hot!Tech computers had  \navoided the problems other machines had. But none of 'em stepped back long  \nenough to see the essential flaw ...  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"FanFiction","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/575635-ncis-2.json"}}