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The AdvAnTAGE Project

By

Mantrid Brizon

Episode 37: Simmering

With her mission scrubbed and her arm broken, Amanda, along with the others, bide their time. Days become weeks and then months. Amanda found herself adapting to life with one arm rather well. It was made easier by Adrian’s constant assistance, and even easier still when he gained the ability to speak, completing his treatments just before her cast was removed. By the time Jose had freed her arm, she’d also overcome her inner turmoil about their budding relationship, and accepted the bunny AdvAnimal as her lover. She was no longer worried about what the others thought of it, though, unsurprisingly, they didn’t seem the least bit phased by her choice.

Adrian’s treatment unlocked his heart, and a mere fondness for her evolved into genuine love. Eager to share in Audrey’s and Adrian’s newfound abilities, the other AdvAnimals began their own treatments, not long after the red panda and bunny started theirs. Victoria was the most reluctant, and was the last of the AdvAnimals to accept Jose’s offer. They all adapted rather swiftly to the treatments, and practiced speaking with their mates and each other quite often. Despite her initial reservations, Victoria has proven to be one of the more talkative of the AdvAnimals.

Gone are the days of using old cellular phones to text their answers. Their crashed van was briefly local news, but just as Jack had hoped, the authorities found the empty hidden compartments he’d installed. Assuming it was smuggling contraband and that it had been hit by rival criminals, run off of the road and robbed of its cargo, the investigation led far away from The Four Horsemen and their escaped AdvAnimals. However, they continue to lie low as a precaution, and rarely ever leave the mansion or the recently renovated warehouse.

The renovations on the warehouse were completed near the beginning of winter, and Jose established a proper lab and medical facility within the heavily modified and expanded basement. Meanwhile, the ground floor workshops have been turned into three self-contained apartments, with the exception of one workshop, which Jack and Louis have turned into a small computer room and armory. They were quick to make use of the new space, as just before the first snowfall, they began the transition.

For the past several months, all throughout winter, Jose and Audrey have lived in one of these luxurious, ground floor apartments. During the day, they work diligently in their subterranean lab, continuing research that may one day repair the damages done by Sovereign Six, and grant the AdvAnimals full control over their mental and emotional faculties. Recently, Louis and Mackenzie have moved into a neighboring apartment, as the mouse AdvAnimal is in the advanced stages of pregnancy. She’s due to give birth to Louis’ twin sons at any moment. Jose and Audrey proved to be a wonderful team, as Camilla has recently given birth to her and Martin’s daughter.

While awaiting the birth of their children, Louis continues his work in the nearby computer lab, and assists Jose whenever possible. Jack and Alessandra have also joined them, now living in the apartment across the hall. Alessandra’s superior regenerative abilities meant that her burns, while severe to a human or any other AdvAnimal, only prevented her from wearing clothes for several days. Within a week, it was as if she’d never been wounded at all. During her brief recovery, she ensured that her mate remained close, keeping him by her side day and night. Worried for his lover, he was more than willing to attend to her needs.

By the second day her pain had subsided and so her needs, and demands, changed. Jack doted on her, catering to her every whim and entertaining her as she preferred. Alessandra became pregnant not long after Mackenzie. Her time with Jack bore fruit. The differences in their breeds are showing; Mackenzie’s young have grown much faster, while Alessandra, who was impregnated only days after Mackenzie, has a little more than a month left before their son is born. It’s one of the many differences noted in the AdvAnimals’ breeds.

As they occupy the warehouse and wait for their offspring to be born, the rest of their crew continue to live in their secluded mansion, a short distance away. With their relationship no longer a secret, Amanda began taking birth control. It was the only way to prevent those certain complications, as Adrian would never wear condoms nor remove himself before he finished, unlike Connor, Donnie and Jose, to their girls’ shared disappointment. Overall, it’s been a very quiet existence, and without a means to be tracked by Sovereign Six, they almost feel safe.

Their fears, however, will not be subdued so easily. Day after day, more AdvAnimals are “Welcomed” into civilian homes. The fact that these AdvAnimals are still mute and riddled with the flaws that Dr. Jose Chavez begged Sovereign Six to remedy greatly worries The Four Horsemen. To make matters worse, some of these “Welcomers” have begun to disappear, along with their AdvAnimals. Even high-profile people like Anna-Maria Villa-Gonzalez, Penelope Packwood, Alexander Webb, and the Flores sisters have all gone missing, though their agents and businesses call it a hiatus.

What’s more unsettling than the disappearances is the media blackout. Not even social media posts can explain their whereabouts, as the information is scrubbed before the posts can ever appear. A small but growing number of Puritans have been speaking out about the disappearances ever since it first began, and a list of average citizens who’ve Welcomed AdvAnimals, only to suddenly go missing, has been steadily increasing. Though this list is readily available to those who take the time to search for it, few are aware of it.

For whatever reason, every media and communication company seem hell-bent on covering it up. It’s no surprise to Amanda, who’s maintained a connection with her contact within Sovereign Six. The shadowy organization owns nearly every source of communication on earth, and while it’s a daunting task, she won’t give up, and neither will her companions. Sitting at her workstation, which was once Mackenzie’s, Amanda’s fingers type away as she scours the internet for clues, searching the ‘National Missing and Unidentified Persons System’.

More reports come in, made by the families and friends of those who’ve since vanished. Two brothers and their AdvAnimals living in Phoenix have disappeared, as well a young woman with a promising career in a New York orchestra. She Welcomed an AdvAnimal, and now, four months later, she’s been purged from all records. Deep hacks by Connor often reveal that most of these people no longer have valid Social Security Numbers. Though she’s asked for more from her contact at Sovereign Six, the mole has refused to elaborate on the why and how.

Confirmation of the organization’s responsibility is all she’s permitted. Amanda gasps as a clawed hand suddenly moves over the back of her chair. Glancing back, she smiles as he rests his forearm on her shoulder. Adrian holds a cup of steaming hot coffee.

“Hey there, Mandy.” The bunny AdvAnimal says, passing Amanda her afternoon coffee.

“Hi.” She coos.

Taking the mug from his hands, she caresses him with her fingertips, stroking his soft fur. Leaning in, the couple share a tender kiss.

“At it again, huh?”

“Mhm. I’ve noticed a connection that no one else seems to have touched on. No unmarried person with an AdvAnimal seems to have them for more than six months before they disappear. For men, it’s barely two, if not less, with women usually getting five or six months before they vanish. The families with kids seem to last the longest, averaging eight to ten months before they inevitably go missing.” She explains, continuing her search.

“I see...”

“I think it’s safe to say that’s tied to AdvAnimal reproduction; the girls seduce their guys the fastest, but the AdvAnimals Welcomed into families need time to target a partner, and need seclusion to ‘do the deed’. What I can’t figure out is why the discrepancy in single women versus single men; why do they take longer?” Amanda seems to think aloud.

“Maybe the women have higher standards for lovers? It took you a long time.” He suggests.

“Not that long...” She murmurs.

“I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know. It’s just...”

“Just what?” He smiles.

“I just never thought that I, of all people, would ever be fucking an AdvAnimal...”

“Is that all we’re doing?” He asks as he cocks his head, an ear flopping over.

“No... Damnit are you cute!”

“Oh, yeah? What do you think of my eyes?” He asks, resting his hands on his cheeks and batting his eyelashes.

“Shut up!” She giggles.

After taking a careful sip of her coffee, she sets her mug aside so that she can grab his furry chin and kiss him. Once their lips part, he rests his snout on the back of her chair, his rabbit-like nostrils flaring as he breathes. His big, blue eyes are fixated on her computer screen, only to shift as he looks down at her. She cannot help but chuckle, as their eyes meet.

“What? Why do you always laugh at me?” He asks, his smile growing wider.

“You’re just so fucking adorable. I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to you talking.” She replies, softly tapping his nose with a fingertip.

“Hey, I don’t mind. It takes the effort out of making you laugh.”

“As long as you don’t stop trying altogether.”

“Never! They say that comedy is the best way into a woman’s heart.” Adrian says, before kissing her again.

“Mmm... Well, that’s certainly one way...” She coos, her eyes turning downward. “There are others.”

“Uh-huh...” He narrows his eyes. “So, what is it you like the most about me?” He asks, tilting his head back and slowly running his claws through her hair.

“Well...” She returns to her work, typing away at the keyboard. “You’ve got a few qualities I really enjoy. Long and thick, veiny qualities. A firm personality... Mmmm-you’re filled with so much hot, gooey character.” She coos, her lips curling into a sinister grin.

“Oh, god.” He chuckles. “Genetically engineered for her pleasure.”

“Finally, science did something right.” She giggles, reaching a hand around her chair and groping him.

“You’re a bad girl.”

“Yeah... You may need to punish me.” She glances back at him and winks.

Before he can respond, his tall and perky ears twitch. A heavy thumping from the upstairs hall makes its way to the ground floor. Even Amanda can hear the mare AdvAnimal, storming downstairs. She looks quite perturbed.

“What’s taking him so long?! He’s been gone for nearly three hours!”

“He only went to the warehouse, to see the Doc.” Amanda calmly answers.

“Yeah. It’s their annual supply run, and he wears the best fake mustache.” Adrian teases.

Though Amanda giggles, Victoria whines and stomps a hoof.

“But I miss him! I want my Donnie back!”

“Donnie will be fine. He can handle himself. He’s armed, and he has the most experience out there than all of us combined.” Amanda casually explains, her fingers typing away.

“That’s easy for you to say. Sovereign Six is still doing their thing, and your mate is right there, but mine is by himself.” Victoria pouts.

“He’s just making sure they’re all okay. There’s two pregnant women there, you know.”

“Lucky...” Victoria murmurs, crossing her arms beneath her ample bust and glaring at the floor.

Amanda and Adrian glance to each other.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to... Just relax, okay? You’ve waited this long. What’s a few more minutes?” Adrian points out.

“This sucks...” The mare continues to pout.

“He said he’ll be back before dinner, remember? That’s not even thirty minutes.” Adrian explains, pointing to a retro wall clock. “He could never resist your delicious cooking.”

“Fine... I’ll start dinner, then. If Donnie calls, tell him when he gets home that I’m going to ride him until he breaks.” Victoria grumbles, her hooves scraping against the tile floor as she sulks her way into the kitchen.

“... ‘Kay...” Amanda mutters, watching the horse girl leave. “Wow...” She sighs. “You’re getting pretty good at that.”

“She loves him. Now that I know how it feels, I can relate.” He replies, resting his hands on the back of her chair and nuzzling her cheek. “It’s best to be gentle; she means well.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t the treatment supposed to calm her down? She’s still living crazy glue.” She quietly asks.

“I heard that!” Victoria growls from the other room.

“Oops... Guess I should avoid the desert, huh?” Amanda flashes a little grin.

A suddenly shuffling from the kitchen is followed by a loud splat.

“Never mind.” Amanda mutters.

“Oh, no! ... Uhm... Where’s the mop?!” Victoria calls out from the kitchen.

“Maybe we should call and remind him what time it is.” Adrian suggests.

Sitting at the table, Donnie rests his elbows atop it as he watches Jose collecting a little vial. Jack scratches his bearded chin and cocks his head, while Louis prepares to take notes. Though this is usually Audrey’s job, she’s a participant in this experiment. She sits on the other side of the table, her back against it, as do Alessandra and Mackenzie.

“Alright, so, I’m going to waft this under each of your noses, and you tell me what it smells like. Understood?” Jose lifts a tiny glass bottle.

The girls all nod their heads. Taking the little cap off of the vial, Jose passes it beneath Audrey’s nostrils. They flare as she inhales deeply.

“Ahh!” She sighs with delight. “Mmmmm, chocolate strawberries.” She coos, her eyelids fluttering.

“Interesting!” Jose flashes a little grin.

Jose moves to Alessandra, who sits in the middle, her clawed hands clutching her heavily pregnant belly.

“Mmm! It reminds me of flowers but with some spices mixed in.”

Mackenzie, who sits beside Alessandra, prepares herself. She is so heavily pregnant, as her womb carries twins, that she must lean back in a reclining computer chair.

“Oh! It smells like cotton candy!”

Jose returns the cap to the vial and hands it to Louis, who notes its label. It contains Jose’s own raw pheromones, made from a mixture of natural bio-chemicals. Louis then swaps the vial with another, and hands it to Jose, who takes off the cap.

“Alright. Same thing.”

Passing it under Audrey’s nose, it scrunches. With a little cough, she winces and turns her head away, swiftly covering her nose with a hand.

“Eww! It’s like rotten meat!”

“Ugh... Moldy ass.” Alessandra replies, grimacing at the contents.

Jack and Donnie cannot help but chuckle, however, when Mackenzie sniffs the vial, she immediately turns her head, leans over the edge of the chair and vomits.

“Damn!” Donnie jumps up.

“Presh?!”

“I’m okay...” She says with a sigh, wiping her bottom lip with her palm. “Oh, Doc... I’m really sorry about that.” She sheepishly adds, glancing up at Jose.

“It’s alright.”

Louis passes his clipboard to Jose, who examines their findings while his backup assistant tends to his pregnant wife.

“I’ll go upstairs and get a mop and bucket.” Jack says as he leads Alessandra away by the hand.

Stepping over Mackenzie’s puke, Donnie approaches Jose, who shakes his head as he grumbles to himself.

“Not good, I take it?”

“No...” Jose mutters, jotting down a note in pencil.

“So... What was in that second vial, anyway?”

“A sample of Adrian’s pheromones.”

“Oh... ... You know, all this work you’ve been doing, and you never really explained what it was or why you’re doing it.” Donnie remarks.

“I’m very focused.”

“I can see that... What about Sovereign Six?”

“What about them, Donnie?”

“Does this work have anything to do with whatever their plans are? For the AdvAnimals, I mean... You never really explained that, either.”

“Because I don’t know.” Jose curtly replies.

“Uh-huh...”

“I can only hazard a guess, but the only thing I know for certain is that AdvAnimals require humans to reproduce.”

“And how is that a problem?”

Jose pauses and looks away from his clipboard, only to stare at Donnie. With contorted lips and a subtly softened brow, he appears to be holding something back. However, as he’s still prone to panic attacks, Donnie knows better than to force the issue. Breaking eye contact, he shakes his head and turns around, resting the small of his back against the workbench.

“Sorry. You know how curious I can be. I just thought maybe you’d feel like elaborating. Maybe then I could do more to help.” He casually explains, hoping to ease the tension.

“You’re doing more than enough, Donnie. Trust me...” Jose speaks softly, resting a hand on Donnie’s shoulder. “I’m doing everything I can, as well. Everything in its own time.”

“Okay.”

Returning downstairs but without Alessandra, Jack holds a mop and bucket in one hand and a satellite phone in the other.

“Amanda just called. I think you’re going to want to get home, buddy.”

“Oh, man... I was hoping she wouldn’t lose her shit again.” Donnie sighs and shakes his head.

“I think it’s cute!” Audrey chirps.

“You would, pumpkin.” Jose chuckles.

“What?!” She flashes a toothy grin. “You know you never want to be without me.”

Picking up the miniscule vial of her mate’s pheromones, she removes the cap and brings it toward her face. The nostrils of her black nose flare. After a little sniff, the red panda AdvAnimal all but shoves the open end of the vial into a nostril and breathes deep. With another sniff, she brings the vial even closer.

“Mmmmmm!!! She wuvs you, Donnie!” She coos, her amber eyes sparkling.

“You’d better take that from her. I think it’s effecting her mind.” Donnie quips, glancing at Jose.

“I have no doubt.” Jose grins.

He reaches for the vial but Audrey lets go and swats at his hand in an effort to keep it. The little glass container hangs from her nose, imbedded in a nostril.

“Mine!” She childishly exclaims.

“Come on, pumpkin. Hand it over.” He sternly demands.

“What’ll you give me?” She asks, eying him with exaggerated suspicion, the bottle still stuck up her nose.

“What do you want?”

With a lustful look in her eye, Audrey flashes a sinister grin, baring her rather sharp, pearly white teeth. She removes the vial from her nose, returns the cap and sets it on the table, only to sashay up to Jose and rest her arms on his shoulders. Sliding them sensually around his body and grabbing onto her own hands, she interlocks her fingers and hangs her arms from around his neck as she nuzzles his nose with hers. Jose’s cheeks flush as she gives him the most passionate of kisses, their tongues caressing.

As their lips separate, she nuzzles his face with her short snout, making her way toward an ear. Donnie furls his brow as he hears her whispering something, which makes Jose’s face turn even redder. After an audible gulp, Jose promptly excuses himself and Audrey. He takes her by the hand and leads her upstairs, all while Mackenzie holds in a giggle.

“Oookay... Well, I’d better see what Vicky broke this time.” Donnie jests, dialing the return number as he makes his way upstairs.

“Hello?!” Amanda answers after only a single ring.

“Who’s this?”

“Don’t play games, Donnie! You know who this is!”

“I already told you, I don’t want a subscription to National Geographic.” He teases.

“Vicky’s just about climbing the walls, and she spilled the cake batter.”

“Well, at least she hadn’t baked it, yet. That’s improvement.”

“By what measure? ... Look, just get your ass in that box truck and get back here.”

“Tell him!” Adrian chirps in the background.

“I don’t wanna...” Amanda grumbles.

“Tell me what?”

“Vicky said... Ugh... She said that when you come home, she’s going to ‘ride you until you break’.”

“I’ll be right there!” Donnie gleefully exclaims.

“Told you.” Adrian chuckles, just as Donnie ends the call.

“Finally leaving?”

Glancing back, Donnie sees Jack entering a utility closet with the bucket full of dirty water.

“I have to get back. Vicky needs me.”

“Yeah, I bet she does.” Jack smirks, pouring the dirty water into the old sink.

“Shouldn’t you be doing Lamaze with Alie or something?”

“Goodbye, Donnie.” Jack chuckles.

After calling out through the stairwell, Donnie shouts a goodbye to Louis and Mackenzie, then makes his way down the hall, toward Jose’s and Audrey’s apartment. Though he hopes to gently nudge the doctor and scientist into sharing more details, he pauses when he notices their apartment door ajar. Where they in such a rush? Poking his head inside, he looks to and fro, then steps into their apartment. His footfalls are greatly muffled by the carpet and padding, which were placed directly over the original concrete floor. Peering past the kitchenette, he stops in his tracks.

Looking down the hall, he can see into the couple’s bedroom. They hadn’t bothered to close the door. Standing near the edge of their bed and with his back toward the door, Jose rests a hand on Audrey’s head. The red panda AdvAnimal is on her knees before him, happily fellating him and wrangling his considerable endowment with both hands. She slurps a little as her head bobs forward and back, her orange and white streaked hair swaying with her motions. Neither of them wears a stitch of clothing.

Donnie takes a step back, only for the edge of a boot to gently bump against the footboard, near the corner. Opening her big, amber eyes, Audrey looks right at him. Despite being seen, she never stops working on her lover, who now rests both hands atop her head. He plays with one of her furry ears, caressing her so softly. Taking him from her mouth, she strokes Jose with both hands as she turns her eyes up to him, smiling so innocently as she kisses the tip of his member. Despite their treatment, the AdvAnimals’ shamelessness is completely unchanged.

“Alright, pumpkin. I’m ready to inseminate you.” Jose says through soft pants.

“Impregnate sounds hotter.” She giggles, rising to her paw-like feet.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, pumpkin?” He asks, lovingly stroking her cheek before giving her a soft kiss on the side of her snout. “We can keep waiting, until-”

“We’ve waited long enough, muffin.” She interrupts, resting a clawed hand over his. “I want this. I want it so badly.”

“I know, but-”

“No, you don’t. You have no idea how much I need this. How my body is pleading for it. It almost hurts, going without.” She cuts in, her tone as serious as ever.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You want it to, don’t you?” She coos, batting her eyelashes as she takes hold of his hands, giving him a squeeze as she pulls him closer. “You want a family?”

“Yes.”

“Then take me. I want what Alie and Macky have.”

As they kiss and make their way toward their bed, Donnie completes his retreat, his eyes as wide as saucers. Quietly closing their front door, he blinks for a moment and then shakes his head. He only hopes that Audrey doesn’t share his intrusion with her mate. Making his way to the loading docks, he quickly checks the supplies he’d brought before sealing up the warehouse doors, climbing into the empty box truck and racing home. He parks the truck in the large car port, a recent addition built behind the mansion and safe from prying eyes.

Rather than enter through the back, where Victoria might see and then scold him for being late, he walks around the large yard to use the front door. Perhaps his friends might shield him? Upon stepping inside, however, Donnie once again stops in his tracks. Standing a short distance away, near the steps and beside the archway leading into the living room, Connor has his back pressed against the wall. Samara leans close to him, a hand pressed against the wall, her arm over his shoulder. Though he’s only two inches shorter than her, at five-foot-four, he looks even smaller.

For a brief moment, Donnie almost chuckles as Samara brings her face closer to Connor’s. It’s a scene reminiscent of the old clichés of a high school boy flirting with a girl he likes, as she stands up against her locker. With her long hair flowing over her shoulders and nearly reaching beyond her shoulder blades, Samara nuzzles Connor’s face. After a series of soft kisses, which inch along his cheek and then over his lips, she pulls back. With her head bowed forward and her feline nose pressed against his, she peers into the human’s eyes.

Her stare is blank, even cold. A chill runs up Connor’s spine. Her free hand moves slowly, rising up before coming to rest atop his shoulder. Slowly and methodically, she squeezes him, her claws pressing into his clothes and reaching the flesh beneath. The look on Connor’s face is alarming. It shows mild confusion, hints of anxiety and perhaps even the fear of intimidation.

“No more games. This has gone on long enough.” Samara begins.

“Huh? W-what has?” Connor sheepishly replies.

“The urge to have your babies is indescribable...”

“Ahem... I’m home.” Donnie finally calls out.

“Donnie! Hey!” Connor chirps, slithering beneath Samara’s outstretched arm. “I wondered when you were going to get back!”

Samara glares at Donnie, her left eye twitching with frustration as she lets out a deep sigh. The clopping of hooves echoes throughout the house, quietly at first but growing increasingly louder. Within moments, Victoria emerges and the excitement in her eyes warms Donnie’s heart.

“DONNIE!!! MY STALLION!!!” She exclaims, racing up to him.

“Hey, cowgirl. Miss me?”

“You know I ha-AVE!”

Victoria trips over her own hooves, a somewhat common occurrence, and falls against her mate. As her ample breasts slam into his face, they’re thrown to the ground by her sheer weight, but for as clumsy as she is, she’s also quite agile. Victoria manages to soften the blow by wrapping one arm around her human lover’s waist and bracing them both, with a hand and a knee. Soon, Donnie finds himself sitting on the floor in the hallway, his mare AdvAnimal lover straddling his pelvis. She hugs him tightly, pressing his face between her mountainous breasts as she rests her chin on top of his head.

“MMM!!! Oh, I missed you so much! I was going to bake a cake but I decided to make banana cream pie instead! I know how much you like that!” She chirps, leaning back and peering down at him.

“Aww, cowgirl, you know me so well.” He replies, tenderly petting her back.

“And after desert, you can have your real desert...” She coos, gazing into his eyes.

His face flushes as she subtly rocks her hips, her legs spreading a little wider. Her skirt prevents Connor and Samara from seeing how she grinds her crotch against his. Nuzzling his head with her broad muzzle, she tenderly kisses his cheek, her lips making their way toward one of his ears.

“Sounds delicious.” He says through the heavy breaths of arousal.

“Very.” She coos, gently nibbling on his earlobe. “But it’d ‘taste’ better for both of us if you didn’t wear one.” She suddenly whispers.

Victoria doesn’t elaborate and she doesn’t need to. He knows all too well how she dislikes condoms. She’s long desired to accept all of him, as she did on their first night together. This is but one of many attempts she’s made in recent history to get him to forgo their use.

“Pleeeaase?” She asks in the sweetest of tones.

He’s at a loss for words. Holding him in her powerful arms, she rocks her body back and forth, like a child being comforted by their favorite stuffed animal. With his face again pressed between her breasts, he feels her nuzzles and soft pets, and his mind begins to wander. He cannot help but dwell on all that he’s seen. It’s not just what’s occurred within the past half-hour but throughout the last few months. They’ve spent so much time with their girls, and while they’re all different, not just in breed but their personality and spirit, there’s something they all share.

It’s a growing desire, a primal urge. Each of the female AdvAnimals has, eventually, attempted to reproduce with their chosen mate. The longer they wait, the worse the urge becomes. Their behavior changes, and now even Victoria, the most mild-mannered of them all, is almost feverish at the thought. None of them are older than twenty years, so why the rush? It’s then that he recalls the myriad of experiments that Jose has been attempting, trying to make Adrian’s pheromones palatable, if not desirable, to the girls.

Perhaps there’s something he’s hiding about these AdvAnimals? Donnie has long suspected as much, but as fragile as Dr. Jose Chavez can be, he hates to push him too hard. Even if he tried, Audrey would step in, like she had before. After a period of silence, Victoria straightens her back and she gazes down at her lover. Gently pulling at the back of his head, she allows him more room to breathe but also seeks to gain his full attention. Turning his eyes and glancing down the hall, he notices that Samara and Connor have long since disappeared, likely returning to his workstation or living room.

“Donnie? My stallion?” She calls out so sweetly, lovingly petting his head. “Don’t you want to?”

“Yeah, of course I do, but-”

“So, no more condoms?!” Her sapphire eyes light up.

“... We’ll talk about it.” He murmurs.

“Mmrrmm! We both know what that means...” She pouts, resting her chin atop his head.

“Vicky, please... Just... Can we talk about it later? In the semi-privacy of our room?”

“... Okay...” She sighs, her ears drooping to match her expression.

Rising up from the floor, the towering mare holds out a hand to her human companion. No sooner than he grabs her hand, she yanks him up from the floor as if he weighed nothing; he can tell that she put hardly any effort into it. In that moment, he’s thankful that she’s so loyal and loving. If she wanted, she could take him by force; make him become aroused and then hold him down and use him for his sperm. Her restraint says a lot about her love for him. As they traverse the hall, heading for the kitchen, he cannot help but feel badly. She looks so sad!

“Wait.” He suddenly stops.

“Hmm?!” She turns to him, a perplexed look on her face.

“Look, I... About that talk? Well... I’ll make you a promise... One day this will all be over. No more danger, no more hiding... Whenever it is, however it happens... ... Then we can start a family.”

“EEE!!!”

Squealing with delight, she throws her arms around him and squeezes tightly, only to then lift her five-foot-nine lover off of the ground. As the air is pushed from his lungs, she recalls her own strength and loosens her grip, but not enough to drop him.

“Do you really mean it?!” She grins from cheek to cheek.

“Of course, cowgirl.” He replies, his feet dangling in the air.

“When do you think that will be?! Are you planning on quitting?! I have fake papers, you know!!! Are you getting out for good?!?!” She asks with increasing excitement.

“... I’m thinking about it.”

Finally releasing him, the six-foot-four AdvAnimal places her hands on his cheeks, bends over and gives him the most passionate kiss she possibly can. She smiles so happily as she looks down at him. It warms his heart. Taking her by the hand, he motions with his head and the pair continue into the kitchen, where they’ll set the table for the others. As they carry out their usual duties, Donnie cannot help but wonder. What if he did quit? What would it be like to have a family with Victoria?