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A Long Term Project

By Bluevirage

Chapter Four

Cooperating For victory

C onnie had been taught by the men in white to obey them. As she got older and bored with her surroundings she thought of other things she could do with herself and her time. Things besides sit around unless asked to perform some basic tasks or answer questions via a computer tablet provided for her use as an intermediary between herself and the researchers.

She never was much of a talker, even under threat of reduced food portions, she just did not talk much. Part of the reason was for her undisclosed gift she had used to escape: she could read thoughts and feel out intentions in other living things.

The researchers chalked her non-talkative nature up to her being more in tune with her non-human side. She knew otherwise but kept it to herself and developed her talent in secret; all the while her sisters also endured the tests and boredom in their own way.

Connie honed her gift and used it to explore the minds of the people around her. Some were too dark to venture beyond the surface of the ocean of their hearts. Others, like her siblings, were more pond-like and free and easily delved into.

Besides herself and her dozens and dozens of siblings in different parts of the underground world she was raised in; there were other creatures there, created like she was and also under the control of the men in white.

But unlike Connie and the rest they were sometimes not quite what the men in white wanted; but they were not destroyed and lived apart from the rest. Though one of these misfits shared Connie's gift, she was not under human guard like Connie was and was unable to escape her captivity.

But Connie soon enough felt she had had enough of her three walls, metal bars, viewing windows and sisters that obeyed blindly or were too slow to come into their own gifts and left.

The raccoon left after studying the alarm system enough as well as digging into the minds of the right guards for clues. She also learned that her escape would cause the alarm systems to be upgraded making it harder for others to follow in a non-violent way.

As a parting gift on the day she fled she had decided to reach into the minds of the researchers to find their biggest fears and secrets. It was a task she had feared because of the darkner memories they held unlike herself and her siblings.

What she learned was that all the researchers were scared of outsiders finding their base and invading for its valuable things. Connie, or Subject 2099, the last of her genetic line made, used her power to make them think invaders had gotten in when she made her run for it. She also pulled from them memories of self-defense techniques to better aid her in her survival in the outside world.

It bought her enough time, the guards on duty were fighting imaginary foes, for her to slip out in the momentary chaos.

Pursuit came in the form of one of her winged sisters. The thin bird girl had flown up high and soared over the forest the raccoon had to navigate her way through. She hid in the shadows and crept slowly for freedom casting illusions as she went to cover her movement over open spaces till her flying sister went back home. She felt sad but she also felt happy to be free of the place.

It had been a month and she had traveled at night; avoiding predators during the trip and perfecting her mental power as she understood it at that point.

She had been looking for a place to sleep as the sun began to set when she found the house. She had sensed the human and his emotions. Mixed in with them was the thing she hated more than anything now that she was on her own.

Solitude.

She also sensed the hungry predator, thoughts of how it had savored human flesh before with others of its kind filtered through Connie's mental filters as she scanned its mind. She had a choice to make, but she had wanted to know if the human was as dangerous or more dangerous than the puma so she went closer.

Avoiding the puma was easy for the moment. She stayed downwind of it and moved far enough away from it as they both circled the property.

She sensed it make for the rear of the home to climb upon it while she went for the front. It comically could have been planned; and maybe Connie did want the man harmed in some way since he was of the same kind as the men in white. But she instead used him as bait, which could have the same result but she hoped it did not.

She wanted the puma to go for him since she knew what guns were but could not use one as well as a knife due to her hands size. Trying to talk about her plan with the human would only cause some confusion on the human's part since she was not that good with words.

So she attempted to provoke his anger. What washed over her mind was a calm controlled sensation of focus instead of a more violent sensation. He likely would have greeted her if she just walked up on her legs. During their encounter as she caressed his mind she found him devoid of any real bad feelings.

He had easily figured out her swarm trick and she confronted him to get his blood pumping and to steal his knife. As she retreated she sensed the puma selecting its plan of attack, images fluttered through its mind that she could easily detect and she quickly circled around to find where it had gotten into the property from. The bush had been bounded over because within it lay a snare as well as a carefully concealed bear trap.

Connie studied the snare and the bear trap before backing up a bit and leaping over the bush in a single bound rolling like she recalled from stolen memories to distribute her weight so she did not break anything. However on the other side she narrowly avoided a pitfall and cursed silently as she balanced on one foot at the edge of the concealed pit.

She waved her arms to regain her balance and it was then she heard the man cry out and the snarl of the puma as it went on the attack. She had a plan and she knew she had to get the man to understand her before the puma killed them both.

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"Fuck, you!" Dutch hissed through gritted teeth as he punched the puma in its snout. He had the revolver wedged in the monster cat's jaws, the result of desperation and perfect timing. His attempt to keep his head from being bitten off at the neck was successful. But that did not keep the weight of the beast from slowly smothering him as they struggled; kicking up dirt as they writhed on the ground together.

The bit of metal was in no position to be fired but it did its job well of keeping beasts maw open and not shut on any portion of the human. Dutch had cut his hands on the teeth of the monster and said blood caused the beast to become emboldened as it tasted it.

Shooting it as it leaped would have involved him somehow accessing the ability to slow down time. And at that point Dutch was not about to attempt the thing he had witnessed in a few movies and video games from the cache.

This was the real world and he had only one life only one chance at experiencing it as Dutch Wakerider if reincarnation was an option.

Dutch prayed for the strength to flip the beast off of him as he struggled to keep it from using its forepaws and deadly claws on him. He fought hard to keep its paws away, batting them away from him with swift punches before they could get any real angle on his torso.

It was a battle of attrition, soon enough he would grow tired or the beast would back up and rush him; slicing him open with its deadly claws if he was not quick enough to get out of its way. Dutch was considering that it might be the end for him when he was surprised as it yowled and jumped away from him suddenly.

The unnamed raccoon mutant stood nearby, her hands coated in blood from the strike to the puma's rear. Connie had been aiming for its right hind leg and succeeded in wounding it but found its flesh tougher than she thought it would be. Her borrowed blade could not dig deep enough into its body to harm it significantly. But the distraction succeed and the human would be able to get back up and on his feet and help her kill it.

Dutch scrambled to his feet and snatched the knife from her without a fuss as he joined her. He put himself between her and the puma and suddenly felt something like astonishment flood his mind.

He pushed away the feeling not certain of where it came from but another sensation and images entered his brain unbidden. Dutch nodded in acknowledgment of the information and slid to Connie's right holding the knife blade point down in his fist.

The puma, surprised by the sudden pain in its flank, had retreated to the edge of the yard shaking the gun free of its jaws as it did so. It had bushes to its back as it studied the thing that smelled like one of the furry banded things it had managed to eat on occasion when starving.

Though on two legs, it smelled the same and meat was meat. Though the human would prove a larger meal the puma noticed the thing that had hurt it was now in its hands. It had seen the metal weapons before and knew how dangerous the could be. Its own flank was hurting because of the thing that was now dripping its blood onto the earth.

The puma knew man could be dangerous, but he had taken on the banded ones before and never had much trouble.

Dutch knew the puma was going to go for the raccoon girl. She had mentioned or rather implied as much when their minds met. His part in killing the thing and butchering it for its meat would be simple.

He had to nail it in its neck as it came at her at the right moment. Otherwise she would have to try and kill it on her own in a not so friendly way by attacking its mind viciously. At least that was the idea that Dutch got from her.

The implication that she was not kidding about trampling the thing's mind to survive during their brief mental communication made Dutch wonder if she was more dangerous than the puma. Part of him wanted to test that theory, just stay out of the way, but he was curious about the flat chested furry wanderer. If she died his curiosity about her would not be sated and he would feel regret at letting her die when he had the power to save her.

A strange sensation flooded Dutch. He realized the puma was on the move only it seemed to be moving slower than normal. It was as if someone had taken the computer running life and slowed it down to the point reality could not render it speedily.

Dutch noticed the puma had dislodged his gun from its maw before its charge and moved faster than he had expected considering what he was seeing. He glanced at the raccoon mutant, seeing that Connie had a determined look in her eyes, the same stare she had used on Dutch earlier when she had fought with him.

Her mind was sharp, focused like a blade, driving into Dutch's own to augment his reaction speed at the same time as her own. She was not certain how, but she knew it would work, the link granting him power for the kill.

Dutch wound up and brought the blade down into the beast's neck as it lunged. He did it again twice more and the thing that was a puma suddenly just became a quivering pile of meat that collapsed as its spine was severed by the strikes to the base of its skull.

As soon as the puma was down Dutch felt reality snap back into full speed and felt a headache coming on that quickly passed. He looked over at the raccoon girl to find her bent over looking sickly.

"Pretty good coordination." Dutch said as the girl let drool freely flow from her muzzle onto the gusty and bloody ground.

Connie was doubled over, heaving, as she tried to keep from throwing up the awesome berries she had eaten for dinner earlier. She looked up at the human's words to see Dutch offering her his hand. Her softer, fur covered, hand reached for and took it. She offered him a silent thank you with a smile before studying the puma.

"I am going to eat for a while." Dutch declared suddenly as he looked over the large beast.

Connie swatted Dutch on his abdomen where she had punched him earlier with the back of her hand and sneered at him. The show of teeth made him rethink the comment.

"We are going to eat for a while?" he asked. Connie simply walked towards the porch and Dutch frowned. "Could you at least help me butcher it?" he called out to the mutant as he suddenly started to fell the pain from his injuries more sharply as his adrenal response waned.

Connie looked for and retrieved the first-aid kit on the porch without being asked. The large rubber gasket sealed red box with a white cross on it was carried over to the man easily by the stronger than she looked female mutant.

Dutch considered his hand and decided to go ahead and bandage himself up before working on preparing the meat of the puma for easier butchering. He quickly did so and shut the case, wondering how Connie knew where to find it. He had kept it next to his front door and brought it outside with him when sitting on the porch for just such a situation where he needed to perform patching up on himself after a fight.

For the time being the bandages would hold until he could let the auto-doctor downstairs in his bunker stitch up his hand proper. Looking at Connie he nodded and they both went to work. Connie retrieved a wood cutting axe and was preparing to hack off the puma's limbs while Dutch was readying himself to skin and gut it.

Dutch wondered how he knew her name was "Connie" but when she spoke suddenly he had his answer as he cut open the dead beast.

"Can see thoughts." she said clearly while she used the axe to hack off the puma's right forelimb at the shoulder. The sharp blade cut through muscle and bone at the joint easily while Dutch gathered its entrails from its split open belly into a bag he had for just such uses.

Dutch idly wondered about something pleasant to him to gauge her reaction and was surprised by the slight smile she gave him as she paused in mid-swing. The fact she was holding a weapon did not keep him from going further with said thought and the girl quickly resumed her work as she appeared somewhat flustered by the man's thoughts if her sudden eye aversion was anything to go by.

The butchering and skinning lasted longer than Dutch had wanted and the moon was soon fully into the night sky by the time they finished.

Tired, bloodied, and hungry both retreated into Dutch's home where he quickly secured the door and turned on the security system. He entered in a code and the system armed itself. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed Connie watching him enter it. Dutch realized she likely memorized it or picked it out of his brain so it did not matter if she watched him closely.

He was certain his new house guest was staying for a while so he might as well get her acclimated to the environment. Questions about her origins could come over dinner as oil lamps situated about the cabin's living room were lit by Dutch and electric LED bulb torches were turned on by him as well that hung from the ceiling.

Connie studied the dancing flames produced by the oil lamp Dutch had sat in front of her on a large living room table. She looked towards his kitchen as the human wandered past it. Another lamp was lit by a lighter the man carried with him before he returned and offered the messy raccoon mutant his good hand.

Connie blinked before accepting and giving a mental impression of confusion.

"Bath." he replied simply in playful mockery of her simple use of human language. She stuck out her tongue at him and allowed herself to be led by him down a short hallway to a room.

Connie smiled at the thought of bathing. She liked baths, they dampened her scent for a bit and after the bloody work of preparing the puma for butchering she was fairly certain that she smelled like it more than she thought she did.

Dutch had prided himself on the construction of a solar water heater system that helped maintain the water's temperature for a few hours after sundown. The insulation he had used for the tank itself was good, but he found it lacking and the upgrade to include battery operated heating elements was a project he completed during a week some months back.

The water was started flowing in short order and Dutch left Connie alone to bathe, leaving the bathroom door open as he moved back into the living room. Connie looked around and studied her environment. The room was windowless, but possessed a wash basin along with a large wooden tub with hoses for draining and pumping water into it.

Connie had spied an outhouse out back and was certain she could manage using it just as well as Dutch. Though she was fairly comfortable with just squatting and going in the bushes she knew Dutch would be upset if he found piles of her waste around his property.

Besides, she thought as she climbed into the tub; she knew how to use a toilet because her shared cell had one and the white coats had taught her how to use it when she was younger. The raccoon female found herself letting out a soft purring sound as she relaxed in the water. She had sat down on a small stool within the large tub and let the water rise to her shoulders as she leaned against the side of the bath.

As she let her eyes close she idly wondered how many dishes one could make with the edible parts of the puma they had secured; and how much was Dutch going to preserve for later use. As she wondered what kind of meal Dutch was preparing for them that night the door to the bath squeaked causing one of Connie's ears to twitch.

She suspected it was the house settling but then remembered she was not alone and opened her eyes to find Dutch had came back into the room. He carried with him a brush, soap, and a few extra towels and started stripping off his clothing after sitting on the edge of the tub.

Connie wondered if Dutch would be mad about shed fur later. It was one of the random thoughts flying through her mind as she spied his manhood hanging freely between his muscular thighs.

Never really feeling embarrassed before over nudity Connie found herself looking away from the human and trying to appear smaller as he climbed into the tub with her. She felt, rather than heard, his summons to look at him.

She remembered his pleasant thoughts from earlier and realized it had been a test to gauge her interest in him.

Her physical interest in him.

She had not replied with disgust, just a soft smile and went back to the work of butchering the puma somewhat startled by her reaction. Sex was just sex, needed for procreation, and not so much as for recreation; that was what was taught to her back home even though her memory copying exploits had taught her otherwise. Sex for fun was something she never really had considered before spotting what Dutch was packing in the sexual organ department.

Dutch looked at the soggy looking raccoon mutant and chuckled before lathering up the brush he had with the bar of soap and preparing to use it when Connie smacked it away from him. Demonstrating her speed, she crossed the short distance between them in the large tub and gently nosed at his left arm pit.

Dutch raised his arm up and watched as the raccoon mutant nosed at his unshaven armpit for a moment before actually licking at his hairy flesh. He knew she was sampling his pheromones, gauging his health at the same time as exciting herself. The fact that her nipples were hard enough to see clearly through her wet chest fur was a solid indication of her arousal.

Another part of Dutch felt pretty healthy due to Connie's knee brushing against it under the water. Dutch had sat on another wooden stool he had placed in the tub beforehand along with its handmade twin. Not that he had ever expected company, it was for for planting his homemade alcoholic drinks on when trying to just soak his feet after a hard day's hike and not take a full bath.

Most of the time he only would wash his groin and underarms after those soaks so as not to waste water. But with the tub full of water and pleasant seeming company Dutch had decided not to waste it and to also test the waters between himself and Connie since she did not react negatively in his eyes to his dirty thoughts earlier.

That gamble was paying off as she closed her eyes and gently attempted to kiss him. Dutch lowered his face to her slender muzzle and allowed their lips to meet after a momentary pause on Dutch's part if only to give her a chance to back out. His arms slipped around her lithe body, bringing her closer to him as the kiss lingered.

Her tail lazily bobbed in the water as Dutch explored her slender frame with his hands. His fingers brushed her nipples, his mouth suckled and nibbled on her ears. It felt amazing when his digits found her cleft and began to rub gently at it.

Ever since she got a whiff of his smell and his masculinity Connie had begun to heat up. Her mouth was watering at the unspoken obvious opportunities being that close to a male could bring. And as his fingers searched out and found her clit she shivered and pawed at Dutch's chest while breaking the kiss to moan.

Dutch and Connie locked eyes as she reached between them to fondle his cock. She perched herself on the other stool again, only this time she moved the weighted stool closer to Dutch to better interact with his groin without her body being in the way.

The raccoon fem's eyes glittered as she reached through the water to grasp Dutch's firmness. She looked into his eyes as he looked back into hers. The dark orbs each highlighting her pretty blue pupils as she began to explore him with her paws.

Dutch's cock twitched in her grasp. The part of him she held was firm and ready and already quickly transferring the sensation of his pulse to her hand via his excited heartbeat. It had been a longtime since Dutch had someone else touch him but he did not want to rush things and tried to impart that to her.

Scared.

That was the word that popped into the space between them, the unspoken challenge to Dutch's masculinity made the man pause and look at Connie hard. He smiled slightly and reached for her. He was not afraid, but he did not want to hurt her.

Connie looked over what she held and moved it around a bit. The human groaned and she smiled to herself as her finger pad brushed over his sensitive tip. She had obviously gotten it into her mind to have Dutch inside her as her firm strokes made his shaft leak steadily as her paws gripped and stroked him.

Feeling the time was right she stilled his shaft and stroked it with her thumb just under its tip's slight flare before the small raccoon mutant climbed into Dutch's lap. Dutch gripped her by her shoulders as she began to grind her belly and crotch against his spire as it stood trapped between their bodies.

She reached up to pull Dutch into a kiss. As she began to press her muzzle against his lips she slowly began to work his tip against her hole ready to have him penetrate her. His tip was about to part her pussy lips when a loud bang caused them both to stop and quickly disentangle themselves and get out of the tub.