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The AdvAnTAGE Project: A Day's Adventure [ER/MoW]

By Mantrid Brizon

(12/27/2021)

Parking their Jeep Wrangler in the driveway of their home, the Agent and his AdvAnimal partner climb out and make their way for the front door. A man waters the front lawn of the house next door, taking special care to shower the rose bushes. He takes note of the Agent and his partner and waves to the pair. They return the gesture. Sitting on the porch behind the man who waters the flowers, a squirrel AdvAnimal cradles a baby in her arms, which she breastfeeds. Another child, slightly older, sits in the grass and plays with a plastic shovel, digging holes in his father's garden.

As the Agent unlocks the front door, his partner stops in her tracks. She cannot help but watch the children. Immediately noticing her absence, the Agent glances back at his partner. Clearing his throat, he reclaims her attention, and she bounds toward him. Though she wears a smile as elegant as her flowing dress, he can see the melancholy behind her eyes. Turning them toward the mother and her suckling baby, her sorrow briefly returns. With a gentle squeeze of her clawed hand, the Agent finally reclaims her attention. As soon as she gazes upon him, he removes his mirrored sunglasses and smiles.

“Are you okay?"

“Mmrrmm... Mhm..." She eventually nods.

“Well, that's obviously a 'no'... You're feeling it again, huh?"

“Mhm..."

“I know how to cheer you up." He speaks softly, leaning in for a kiss. “How about you come in here, fluff-buns?"

“Mmm!"

Their lips part ways but her partner isn't nearly done with her. Leading her by the hand, he hastily locks the front door before taking off his suit jacket and scooping her into his arms. She nuzzles and kisses him while removing his tie, as he carries her to their bedroom. They've shared a bed for months, and have long since abandoned the charade of being anything other than lovers. Even when on duty, he cannot help but touch her, caress her and kiss her. More than a few people have seen their displays of affection. Hopefully, their new assignment at AMO-1 will give them more freedom to express their fondness for one another.

The skunkette wastes no time. As soon as he plops her down onto their bed, she climbs back up and helps him undress. He does the same, peeling the AdvAnimal out of her elegant, purple dress. It takes them less than a minute before they're wearing only what they were born in. They crawl into bed, their lips fused and tongues entwined. As their passion builds, she shoves him onto his back, eager to enjoy her partner, her mate. Her reddish-brown eyes scan his frame before stopping on his manhood. She licks her lips at the thought of what she's about to do. Her clawed hands caress his soft flesh, from his chest to his thighs as she brings her head closer to his member.

“Oh, Persephone... You're so good at that." He groans only a moment later.

She works diligently, slurping as she bobs her head up and down. She doesn't stop as she shifts her body, lifting up her big, bushy tail, throwing a leg over his head and bringing her loins closer to his face. She doesn't even stop as he begins his own work, resting his hands on her perky buttocks and dutifully licking and teasing her tender flesh. The only time she stops is when she wants to cup, kiss and nuzzle his testicles. Her desire to accept their payload, to allow them to fertilize her eggs and seed her womb is maddening.

Her carnal desire builds until she's nearly ready to explode. Removing him from her mouth, she rolls her body, taking her womanhood away from his lips. She crawls around to face him and shares a series of passionate kisses, tasting each other as their tongues entwine. As their lips part, she crawls back down only to kneel by his thighs. With his manhood giving her its undivided attention, she's ready and eager to indulge him. She lifts a leg, plants a paw-like foot onto the bed and adjusts herself, preparing to throw her raised leg over his pelvis so that she can thoroughly enjoy him.

“Hey, now..." He suddenly begins.

“Hrrmm?!"

“Come on, fluff-buns. You know better." He flashes a little grin.

“Mmrrmm!" She whines.

“I know he's okay with it, but trust me, Persephone. We're not ready." He speaks sternly.

With her rounded ears folding forward with displeasure, she pulls back. She moves sluggishly toward the nightstand, only to open the drawer and begrudgingly remove a familiar foil packet.

“That's right. Put it on." He instructs.

With a little whimper, she tears open the packet and removes the latex condom. For a brief moment, she stares at the translucent pink rubber with disdain. This horrid device will never allow her to enjoy the children she so desperately desires. However, she is the female, and her mate has the final say... For now. With her fingers pinching the reservoir tip, she gently applies the pink condom to his swollen manhood, lovingly caressing his shaft as she ensures it rolls properly.

“That's my good girl."

“Mmrrmm!" She whines again.

“Don't start that, again. You know why I risked smuggling those in here... Climb up here, fluff-buns. You're keeping me waiting. I want to feel that fluffy ass on my lap."

“Ooohh!" She coos, her lips curling into a little smile.

She eagerly obeys her partner and mate, resuming her previous position before throwing her raised leg over his pelvis.

“That's right, Persephone. All of it, and as quickly as you can."

With her hand holding the base of his manhood, she takes careful aim with Agent Stevenson's penis, only to bend her knees and move herself lower. The engorged tip presses into her dripping wet flesh, slowly spreading her loins apart as she moves further back. With her eyelids fluttering, she lets out a gasp and then a long, low groan. Obeying her mate, she drives as much of him inside of her as she can, methodically pushing in inch after throbbing inch. What a wonderful feeling it is, having her mate's penis burrowing inside of her, stretching her tight, hot pussy. Soon, she finds herself sitting atop his lap, as he requested. Her clawed hands caress his bare chest and her bushy tail sways so happily.

“Mmmm-yeah... That's right."

“Ahh!" She squeals as she begins to rock and swivel her hips.

“That's my fluff-buns. Ride me like a good girl."

“Mmhh-nnfh-nngh-ahh-ahh!!!" She moans and groans with increasing intensity.

Up and down, she bounces atop her lover. His hands move away from her broad hips, slide up her slender waist and come to a rest on her ample breasts, which bounce and jiggle with each rocking motion. Opening her eyes, she pants for air as she gazes down at her human lover. The AdvAnimal grabs hold of his hands and squeezes, silently urging him to knead her breasts the way that she likes. He doesn't disappoint, as if he ever would. Over and over again, she bounces, rocks and swivels her hips, her plump and furry buttocks plopping onto his lap as she uses his penis as if it were her toy.

He enjoys every blissful second of it, fondling her breasts and watching the show, his eyes glued to her nether lips as they swallow and expel his member. She sits atop his lap and swivels her hips, giving her legs a short break. She can feel his balls pressing firmly into her ass, just beneath her bushy tail. The skunkette looks down, past the white fur of her toned belly and to where their genitals fuse together. As she continues working him, she feels the latex of the condom rubbing the insides of her vaginal canal, and as she begins to bounce once again, she can see the pink rubber encircling the base of his shaft.

It's a cruel reminder that his seed will not flow freely and impregnate her. This mating will not produce children. For a moment, she stops her work, kneeling over him and reaching a hand down. She carefully hooks the edge of his condom with a claw, bringing it to his attention.

“I'm sorry, fluff-buns, but you know we can't right now. I won't risk it."

“Mmrrmm!"

Looking down at her lover, she slowly nods her head in acceptance, though she fervently disagrees. Returning to her work, she decides to take her anger and frustration out on her mate. Why must she be denied when the other AdvAnimal partners have already become pregnant? Krystal flaunts her fortune with her swollen belly, while Agent Grey and Angelina are also expecting. The Siamese cat girl is already beginning to show. Is her partner simply afraid? Does he not desire children? Why have balls at all if he won't put them to good use with his mate!

As her frustration mounts, she begins to ride him harder and faster, the bedframe swaying with her motions. He lay beneath her, his hands gripping her large breasts as his back arches. His eyes grow wide and his mouth is perpetually agape.

“Oh, god! Fucking shit, Persephone! Nngf-nngf-rrrr-fuck! Are you trying to snap it off?!"

She ignores him, her nose scrunched and lips curled into a vicious snarl. She's so in love and yet so angry with him that she's losing control. Her pleasure combines with her frustration and she begins to use her partner's body as if to spite him. Harder and hard she bounces. Thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap! Her plump and furry buttocks slap against his legs, smooshing his balls into the crack of her ass. She leans forward, planting her hands firmly atop his chest and curling her fingers. Red streaks trail behind each claw as she scratches him, and though he yelps, she doesn't stop. She doesn't care.

Taking his hands away from her breasts, he tries to grab her wrists, but her rage is so intense that Persephone responds by grabbing his wrists in kind, forcing his hands above his head and pinning him to the mattress. She looks into his eyes and glares, silently warning him against fighting her. With her lover subdued, she returns her focus to her own pleasure. It's the first time since she can remember when it's been her sole concern. Once she orgasms, she'll feel much better. Harder and faster, she rocks and bounces. The bed shakes so violently, that it's as if someone is standing at the footboard and rocking it.

The skunkette turns her head and peers over her shoulder, eager to see if her ass is pummeling his worthless balls. It's not like he's using them, anyway. All she can see, aside from her own tail, is how his legs shiver and toes curl. Suddenly, she feels something new. Why is his flesh warmer all of a sudden? Has his manhood become softer? That's when she realizes what's happened; stretched over the tip by the force of her motions, the condom has broken. With each bounce, each rocking of her hips, she inches it further and further down his shaft. Now is her chance!

Up and down, harder and harder, she ensures that at least half of her lover's penis is always inside of her. She pulls in one leg, and then the other. For much of this session she'd been kneeling over him, but with her hands pinning his arms down, above his head, and her large, paw-like feet planted on the mattress, she now squats above her lover. Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop! She slams herself down and grinds against him, making sure every millimeter of their genitals are stimulated. She feels so full, so thoroughly stretched, and it's a struggle to continue as her legs begin to tremble.

A budding orgasm warms her core. In her desire to punish her mate for the sin of failing to impregnate her, she'd turned him into a toy for her pleasure, and it's quite wonderful! Normally, their foreplay is so passionate, so romantic, that she's ready to cum just from the sensation of him penetrating her. Often, he brings her to climax two or three times before he's ready to fill his condom. With a few more hard slams, she squats over his lap and leaves him completely sheathed. Swiveling and rocking her hips, she massages the head of his penis with the depths of her loins. Agent Stevenson can no longer hold back.

“Ooh-god! Nnfh! Rrrr-shit! NNNNNGGGHHHAAHHH!!!" He winces and bares his teeth.

“AAAHHHH!!!"

Persephone shrieks as she feels him cumming, his hot and fertile seed flowing deeply into her loins. The dam breaks and the pleasure cascades throughout her body. Though this is her only orgasm, it's the strongest she's had since the first time they'd made love. His back arches, pushing his groin against hers, although he's already sheathed to the hilt. With each jet, his sperm slams into her cervix and seeps into her uterus. Persephone's pleasure mounts. Her eyelids flutter and her eyes roll back in her head.

As his seed goes to work, fertilizing her eggs, she feels her orgasm continuing, prolonged by the intensity of their love and his emissions. Unable to hold onto him anymore, her body goes limp. Her feet swivel to the side so her knees can meet the mattress, her back loses its rigidity and she leans forward while her hands loosen their grip. Her ample breasts are smooshed against his chest as she stretches out her legs, lying over her lover and holding onto him like an oversized teddy bear.

“Mmm!" She coos, grinning from cheek to cheek as she nuzzles his face and neck.

Agent Stevenson stares at the ceiling, his hands resting on the perky buttocks of his skunk AdvAnimal partner. Persephone keeps his manhood inside of her so that his seed won't spill and be wasted. After waiting until his member begins to soften, she slowly rolls, finally taking him out of her loins, which are quite sore. Tucking herself beneath one of his arms, she leaves a knee draped over his leg, while hers are pressed together as she nuzzles and kisses his neck.

Lifting his head, he shifts his eyes and looks down at the shredded condom, which encircles the base of his penis like a belt. A drop of pearlescent semen still sticks to the tip. The rest of it is nestled deep within Persephone's body, attacking her eggs.

“Oh, shit... Are you happy now?" He asks as he turns to her.

“Mmmm, mmhhmm!" She happily hums, still nuzzling his face with her snout.

“I should've known..." He grumbles.

“Hrrmm?!" She swiftly looks up at him, her eyes big and innocent.

“I'm sorry... I shouldn't be upset, but..." He pauses as he slowly sits up. “Persephone, the reason I thought we weren't ready for a baby is because... I love you so much. If I lost you, I might as well be dead, and if you become pregnant, it's going to make my job that much harder. We both know The Old Man is okay with the senior Agents impregnating their partners, but... Well... I'd do anything to protect you and our baby. Anything. You already know I'm not like the other Agents. I struggle to hide my soul the way they do. If you push me too hard, they might see that, and then we'll be in trouble... He might think I'm weak and get rid of me, or worse, he'll use my love for you against us. It scares me..."

Only now that her hunger has been satiated does Persephone realize the gravity of what she's just done. Nothing is worse for an Agent than to lose their cold, calculating ruthlessness. What if he's right and The Old Man decides he's a liability? What if he separates them, using her or their child as a bargaining chip to make him more compliant? What if he fails to appease their master? Has she just doomed them? Pulling the broken condom from his manhood, Agent Stevenson tosses it into the wastebasket.

“I'm sure this'll make him happy, though..." He mutters.

Overcome by guilt, Persephone sits up and scoots a little closer. Still, she cannot help her natural urges; she keeps her legs closed, lest it spill. She rests a clawed hand on his furthest shoulder, while she perches her chin atop the closest. He glances to her and struggles to hold back a modest smile. She responds by licking the tip of his nose and batting her eyelashes so innocently. It always works.

“Heh... So cute. That was something, huh?"

“Mhm!" She nods, before giving him a little peck on the lips.

“You fucked me like you hated me."

“Hehe!"

“You don't, do you?"

“MM-MM!!!" She shakes her head.

After a long and passionate gaze, he smiles, leans in and claims a proper kiss from his partner, a kiss that lasts until they're interrupted by the ringing of Agent Stevenson's cell phone. Rising from the bed, his legs feel wobbly as he kneels down to pull it from one of the pockets of his pants, which lie in a heap on the floor.

“Hello, sir."

“We have an assignment for you." Agent Sharpe begins.

“Urgent?"

“Yes. A man named Frank Terrance Woodward. He Welcomed a feline AdvAnimal not too long ago. We tried a cold call but he isn't answering, and according to his work he's still on leave. Her implant has been updating her health status. Lately, it's registered the appropriate endorphin readings. She's having sex with somebody, and quite frequently. You need to collect them. Take strike team India. You leave in two hours."

“Yes, sir. We'll be there right away to pick up the dossier."

“Understood."

Agent Sharpe promptly ends the call.

“After we wash up... Come on, fluff-buns! We've got a mission!"

“Aww..." Persephone pouts.

“I'll tell you what; we'll shower together. It'll be faster."

“Ooh!"

Rolling out of bed, she plants her paw-like feet on the floor and tries to dash to the bathroom. However, still sore from the ferocity of their mating session, her knees buckle and she swiftly reaches out as she falls against her partner.

“Careful! You really wore yourself out, huh?" He smirks, giving her perky butt a little smack.

“Hehe!" She giggles, her cheeks flushing beneath her fur.

After helping each other clean up and dress, they grab a few energy bars and drinks from their kitchen and make their way to their Jeep Wrangler. As Agent Stevenson pulls away, Persephone watches as the family next door return from a walk. The human father pushes a stroller with one hand, while his AdvAnimal wife holds the other side. Between them and holding onto the back legs of the stroller is their very young son, who seems to think he's moving it all by himself. The wholesome sight warms the skunkette's heart.

Upon arriving at the AdvAnimal Monitoring Offices #1, they collect the dossier and join strike team India at the helipads, launching in a UH-72 Lakota helicopter. Riding in the black aircraft with a red pinstripe, which has all but the front windows tinted black, Persephone clings to Agent Stevenson's arm as she leans against him. Like many AdvAnimals, she's never liked heights. Upon landing at the private airport, local support provides them with an exceptionally convincing police van for the strike team, and a blacked-out Ford Explorer for the Agent and his partner.

Before they depart, the strike team change into false SWAT uniforms, then prepare their weapons and body armor, all of which is standard issue for the local police department. They also take the time to establish a plan of action. This isn't the first time that Agent Stevenson and Persephone have led the collection of Welcomers and their AdvAnimals but it's always a risky operation. There are so many variables involved; no one can never be sure how the Welcomers or their AdvAnimals will react to the news that they need to leave their lives behind.

After all, who expects to be uprooted by an intentionally cliché Agent and his armed goons, only to then be forced into living in the seclusion of Telivima, their secret city nestled deep within rural Vermont? It's made more dangerous by the fact that Sovereign Six saw fit to grant all but the earliest of AdvAnimals an extreme degree of military combat training; the majority have endured 'The Catechism'. Unbeknownst to the Welcomers, even the sweetest and most affectionate females and the most polite and thoughtful males have training to surpass any Navy SEAL or Russian Spetsnaz.

What's worse is that once they've bonded to a mate, female AdvAnimals lose their allegiance to all but their lover. Even pregnancies and children do little to mitigate this undying loyalty, as females may lose their young, but so long as they have their mate, more can always be made. Interestingly, male AdvAnimals whose minds have yet to be repaired by Dr. Gunderson's methods, while not particularly bonded to the human women they mate with, tend to consider females carrying their young to be under their protection, at least until the birth.

They make the drive to Frank's home and park a short distance away, watching from a corner and waiting until dusk. It's one of the better times to make first contact, when peaceful acquisition is preferred. When fears of retaliation dictate a more aggressive response, the best time to move is three o' clock in the morning, when even the AdvAnimals will be tired and likely asleep. As the sun makes its way behind the treetops, Agent Stevenson looks to Persephone. She nods in response, lifts her sidearm, a Walther PPK, and disengages the safety.

“Initiating first contact. Move into position and wait until our signal." Agent Stevenson speaks dryly over the radio.

“Understood."

Making their way to the door, Agent Stevenson adjusts his tie and mirrored sunglasses, while Persephone keeps her eyes and ears focused, her pistol hidden at the small of her back as she stands beside him. As Agent Stevenson prepares to knock on the front door, his partner's clawed hand grabs his wrist. He turns to her and she slowly shakes her head, a strangely worried expression on her face. He doesn't question her, merely turning to face her. She pulls back a sleeve on her elegant but flowing dress, revealing her bracer.

Muting the device, she first stows her pistol in a holster attached to her thigh and accessible through a slit running the length of her dress, then types a single word. Decay. Furling his brow, he sniffs the air. Unable to detect anything, he shrugs his shoulders. Persephone motions with her hand before taking the lead. They quietly leave the front porch and walk around the perimeter of the house, examining the wooden privacy fence. She tries the back door but it's locked with a simple bar. Kneeling down, he interlocks his fingers as he offers to give her a boost.

She merely smiles before slipping off her shoes. With the skill of a trained acrobat, she jumps up and grabs the edge of the eight-foot-tall fence, swinging herself over it and landing silently on the other side, and all without so much as shaking the structure. Quietly moving the latch, she opens the gate and pokes her head out, smiling warmly at her partner and lover.

“Show off." He whispers, smiling back as he hands her back her shoes.

After a little peck on the lips, she's ready to continue. Creeping quietly around the home, Agent Stevenson begins to note the faint but pungent aroma of death. After first scanning the windows to ensure that none are opened or have retracted curtains or drapes, he retrieves a penlight from a pocket of his suit jacket and scours the backyard. Within moments, they find a crude grave in the backyard, beside a rose bush and adjacent to the back porch. Approaching the grave, Agent Stevenson notes the softness of the soil. It's obvious that it cannot be more than a few days old, at most.

As her partner drops to his knees and slips on a pair of black, latex gloves, Persephone rests her hand on her pistol, her head on a swivel. Just then, her rounded ears twitch. The skunkette hears something coming from one of the rooms. She approaches the window and examines it, noting that the blinds are pulled down and closed, but a crack at the very bottom allows a faint trickle of light. This light hadn't been on moments ago. She glances back at her partner, who carefully digs through the soft soil with his gloved hands, the penlight held in his mouth.

Peering inside of the room, the skunkette moves her head around as she tries to see whatever and whoever is inside. That's when she catches a glimpse of something. With her furry cheek resting against the cold, red bricks of the home, her head at a slight, upward angle, she can see the very end of a bed, and portions of the two beings who occupy it. Her eyes grow wide at the sight. The bare legs of a man gently shift, as though pulling against something. A series of ropes are visible, leading from his obscured feet and ankles and toward the posts of the frame, where they're securely tied.

Straddling the man's pelvis is the bare buttocks of a feline AdvAnimal, her legs resting alongside his and her tail swishing as she rocks her hips and bounces atop his manhood. Though much of the sight is obscured, with her knees hidden and only the rear half of her pelvis visible, Persephone knows sex when she sees it. The AdvAnimal works her lover with considerable skill, rocking, swiveling and bucking against him. Suddenly, a little spurt of white emerges from her loins; her lover has just cum inside of her. This doesn't satisfy the feline, however, as she continues to use him to her heart's content.

Meanwhile, Agent Stevenson continues to dig, only to slow his pace when his fingers brush something hard and cold. Gently pushing the dirt away, he nearly screams, catching himself just in time. A horribly mangled face has been partially exposed. An eyeball, slashed and broken by claws, is like a deflated balloon in the bloody socket. Worms crawl around the concave space, to the Agent's disgust. Rising to his feet, he makes his way toward Persephone, who continues to watch the carnal act taking place within.

He yanks off the gloves, grabs her wrist and pulls her away from the window, without managing to alert the AdvAnimal within. Clearly, she's preoccupied with her mate. Persephone apprises him of what she'd seen, and Agent Stevenson makes his decision. Returning to the front yard, Agent Stevenson clicks the radio twice, the signal for the strike team to move in. They prepare their gear, readying a battering ram and several flashbangs, whilst Agent Stevenson and Persephone prepare their own weapons. This, however, is mostly for personal defense; the strike team is in control, now.

There's no time to lose. Making their way to the front, the men dressed as SWAT officers bash in the front door and throw in a flashbang, only to clear the home with their MP5s and a pair of tranquilizer guns. As they clear the living room, they notice the smears of blood along the floor, which stop abruptly near a pool, which has a perfectly straight line along one side. It's obvious to the soldiers that whoever removed the body took the time to wrap most of it, but for whatever reason didn't clean up the blood.

Once the living room is cleared, they breach, bang and clear a bathroom and then the utility room. All throughout the house, they find the gruesome remnants of the murder that had transpired. The stench of blood packs their nostrils, and from the coloration and the buzzing of flies, it's clear that it's several days old. There's still a chance to salvage this mission, however, though the AdvAnimal will be expecting them; the quicker they find her, the greater their chance of claiming her and her mate alive.

Upon breaching a bedroom, they find a massive pool of blood and tissue, and a smell so atrocious that one of the soldiers tries not to gag. Moving toward the last bedroom, they breach the door, only to set off a trap. Thrown from a mounted arm, knives and other sharp implements pepper the wall beyond the doorway. Two soldiers find themselves with deep, bleeding gashes on their arms. Even though they'd stayed away from the opening, a few knives strayed in their direction.

While leaning in to throw the flashbang and disorient the AdvAnimal and her mate, a soldier is struck in his ballistic helmet by a skillfully thrown hammer. He drops the flashbang, which detonates near his own feet. The blast causes the entire strike team to become disoriented, while the soldier with the cracked helmet is killed by the concussive force. Emerging from the room, the nude AdvAnimal lunges at the nearest soldier, a man who clutches the bleeding wound on his upper arm.

Before he can take aim and fire, she grabs his throat, digging her sharp claws into his flesh and jamming a screwdriver through his chin, bypassing the face shield of his helmet. As he gurgles, she takes the opportunity to further slash his throat with her claws.

“Take her down!" The strike team leader demands, squeezing the shoulder of a soldier with a tranquilizer gun.

He takes aim and fires, but the dart finds itself buried in the wall. The AdvAnimal has already jumped out of the way. With two men dead, she leaps to her left, then pushes herself off of the wall with a hand and foot. Heaving herself toward the ceiling, she clears a soldier and his team leader, only to land upon the third soldier, who stands to the rear. He shouts as he fires his tranquilizer gun, and though the dart finds its mark, her flailing limbs see it removed before it can deliver the full payload.

Falling with a loud thud, the soldier struggles with the AdvAnimal, who can feel the effects of the drug, which courses through her veins. Fearing the worst, she grabs his helmet and twists as hard as she can, snapping the man's neck and turning his head until it nearly faces his backside. She jumps to her feet, just as the remaining soldier and the team leader try to grab her.

“Don't let her get away! Reload that thing, damn it!" The leader shouts.

“I'm trying!"

The cat woman dashes for the front door, only to stumble. Adrenaline keeps her going. They know that she'll first attempt a tactical retreat, only to come back and free her mate at the earliest opportunity. Traps rarely work, and her ferocity in rescuing her mate will spell certain doom for the both of them. Blocking her path, Agent Stevenson takes aim with his pistol and barks orders at the weakened AdvAnimal. Glaring with wild eyes, she snarls and bares her teeth. Persephone leaps into action, tackling the AdvAnimal and attempting to pin her against the wall.

The cat woman shrieks in anger and possibly terror, her ample breasts smooshed against the wall as Persephone tries to hold her. Wriggling an arm free, she thrusts her elbow into Persephone's side, just before Agent Stevenson or the two surviving members of the strike team can join in. As the skunkette stumbles backward, the cat woman swings her paw-like foot, and roundhouse kicks her in the stomach with enough force to send her flying backward several feet. The soldier takes aim with his tranquilizer gun, only for the AdvAnimal to lunge at Agent Stevenson.

The soldier fires and misses, the dart grazing the wall and flying away. She moves so swiftly! Agent Stevenson lifts up his arms to shield himself, only to drop his Jericho 941 pistol when the cat woman forces herself upon him. She's so strong! Though very fit and a competent fighter, Agent Stevenson struggles to control her arms as she tries to pin one over his own throat. Just as she forces his arm across his own neck, her clawed hands reaching for his eyes, she's once again tackled by Persephone, who now shrieks in anger and pain.

The girls roll on the floor as they struggle for dominance, only for Persephone to prevail. She pins the cat woman onto her back, holding her arms high above her head and straddling her belly as she kicks and shrieks. The men move in as the soldier readies another dart, but before they can make their move, the feline AdvAnimal shows off her dexterity. She brings up a leg, hooks it over Persephone's arms and against her chest, and forces the skunkette off balance before throwing her to the floor.

As she rolls off of her opponent, Persephone tries to rise to her feet, only to be tackled and thrown head-first into a nearby wall. Her body and tail fall limp as Agent Stevenson hears the loud thud and stares in horror. Thankfully, Persephone groans and tries to rise. Filled with a rage unlike anything he's experienced, Agent Stevenson leaps onto the feline AdvAnimal's back and tries to get her into a headlock. How dare she attack his partner and mate! With little effort, however, she grabs his forearm and throws him over her shoulders.

After slamming him onto the floor, she stomps on his chest and then races for the exit. Seeing his pistol within arm's reach, Agent Stevenson acts fast. Just as the nude AdvAnimal makes it over the threshold, he fires. Bang, bang, bang! Three shots bore into her back and exit her chest, dropping her like a rock. Her limp corpse slides down the front steps. After a short and horrified pause, the soldier and the team leader rush outside to collect her body. Several porch lights turn on. They know they'll have quite the scene on their hands.

“Damn... We're going to need to call in recovery." The soldier remarks.

“Local authorities will have to be compelled to help us clean the scene." His superior adds.

“Persephone?! Are you okay?!" Agent Stevenson exclaims, dropping his pistol as he comes to her aid, no longer maintaining his persona.

“Mmrrmm..." She grumbles, wincing in pain and holding her head.

Feeling her scalp through her soft and fluffy hair, he can feel a knot forming.

“We'll need medical, too." Agent Stevenson remarks, giving her head a soft kiss and petting her.

“Alright. Let's get her inside and check the house. Her mate's here, somewhere." The strike team leader says to his subordinate.

“No. I'll do it. Just watch over her." Agent Stevenson instructs, loving stroking Persephone's cheek.

“Yes, sir."

Making his way through the house, Agent Stevenson cannot help but pity the three souls who lie dead in the home. They've lost people before, but not like this. Did she expect them to come? Why would she set traps? Peering into the master bedroom, Agent Stevenson is once again struck by a horrendous scene. Inside of the room, a naked and filthy human lie tied to the bed. He looks and smells as though he hasn't washed in a week, and the bare mattress, the sheets having been torn to use as bindings, is covered in dried blood, cum and urine stains.

“Oh, thank God! You came to save me!"

“Frank Woodward?" Agent Stevenson asks, stepping further into the room.

“Yes! Untie me! Please! Before Delphine comes back!" He pleads, frantically pulling at his bindings.

“What happened? Why are you like this?" Agent Stevenson asks.

“Well, I Welcomed her because I was lonely... Everything was fine at first, and I was really starting to love her, but then my sister came to visit and... ... Oh, God, Bee... I'm so sorry." He whimpers.

“It's alright. Tell me what happened." Agent Stevenson speaks warmly, standing near the foot of the bed.

“Delphine killed her, then she... Forced herself onto me. After she got me to finish, she fell asleep, so I tried to escape. She caught me as I was opening the front door, dragged me back to my own bedroom and tied me up... ... I heard her disposing of Bee like she was trash."

“I'm sorry for your loss."

“Fucking crazy AdvAnimals. I should've known better!"

“She could've killed you, but she didn't. She was bonded to you, so she wanted to protect you." Agent Stevenson begins, as if rationalizing Delphine's behavior.

“She kept me in here like some plaything! She'd come in and play with him until he was hard and then fuck me! Not once did she act like she cared about what I wanted! She'd fuck me two or three times a day, and whenever I struggled to finish, she'd get angry! I've never been so scared in my life!" Frank growls.

“But she gave you food and water?"

“Yeah, twice a day. She wouldn't let me up to go to the bathroom! She brings a bucket in here, and if it spills when she's pulling it away from me, she doesn't care!"

“Perhaps you struggled too much?"

“Come on! I've told you everything! Get me outta here!!!"

Entering from the hallway, the strike team leader is taken aback by the sight. He looks to Agent Stevenson and gives him a single nod.

“Is it done?" Agent Stevenson asks, his cold persona returning.

“Yes, sir. They're coming. Our contact has the chief's ear, so the local police will be very compliant."

“Good."

“Any remnants, sir?"

“I removed my gloves in the backyard, near her body." Agent Stevenson replies.

“Alright. We'll clean all of this up." The strike team leader assures him.

“Hey, what about me?! Untie me, already!!!"

After looking between Frank and each other, Agent Stevenson slowly shakes his head.

“Understood, sir."

Without hesitation, the strike team leader approaches Frank, pulls his only pillow from beneath his head and covers his face with it. Agent Stevenson turns away, unable to watch his own orders being carried out by the savage and remorseless man. He merely listens as poor Frank is smothered to death by those whom he thinks are here to save him. He knows, deep down, that if they allowed Frank to live, taking him by force to Telivima and assigned a new female, he wouldn't cooperate. He'd never take another AdvAnimal as a mate.

Furthermore, word of this would eventually escape, undoubtedly by Frank himself. No one can ever know. The strike team leader holds the pillow over Frank's face for several minutes, until they hear the sound of sirens. By then, Frank is dead. Entering the front room, a weakened Persephone is desperate to get to him. Only her injuries prevented her from following Agent Stevenson into Frank's bedroom. Taking her into his arms, she presents him with his Jericho 941 pistol, and the Agent quietly whispers words of love into her ear.

As they nuzzle each other and he pets her back, they overhear the strike team leader explaining the situation to the chief of police. He's very matter-of-fact about the incident and admitting their part in Frank's murder. As a prospective Agent, India's leader is diligent. Though he sounds quite disgusted by the debacle, and their actions, the chief of police agrees to cover their tracks and pressure certain officers into complying. With that, the two remaining men enter the home and escort Agent Stevenson and Persephone toward a special medical unit.

Disguised as another police van, other members of Sovereign Six bring the Agent and his AdvAnimal partner into the back, only to promptly check on Persephone's injuries. Her partner, however, insists that he's unharmed. They're whisked away to the private airfield and hastily flown back home. Agent Stevenson cradles Persephone in his arms the entire way, softly petting her head and smelling the sweet pheromones emitting from her hair. She clings to his torso like an oversized teddy bear, nuzzling his chest and cooing in response to his affections.

He peers through the windows of the helicopter, watching the horizon, and dwells upon all that he's seen and done in the past twenty-four hours. He knows as well as his partner of the errors in her creation, the flaws in her thinking. He, like many Agents, secretly shared these flaws with his partner. Her vigorous attempts to breed was not one of them, but it also crosses his mind. What he finds himself dwelling on the most, however, is the sheer terror he felt when he saw her being hurt.

The panic at the prospect of losing her, seeing her killed in a fight with Delphine; it was almost too much to bear. Upon landing, they're met by two men with a Jeep Wrangler. They're under orders to take them to AMO-1 for immediate debrief. Though Agent Stevenson suggests they take them to the hospital first, so Persephone can receive a more thorough examination, just as a precaution, they reject this outright.

“Sorry, sir, but we have orders."

“Please, sir, climb in."

Upon being driven to AMO-1, Agent Sharpe and Krystal escort Agent Stevenson and Persephone to a conference room. There, the pair find themselves debriefing The Old Man, albeit via video call.

“Please... Explain how you could take a relatively simple job, and fuck it up in every conceivable way?" The Old Man asks through gritted teeth.

“I'm sorry, sir." Agent Stevenson begins.

“I'm waiting..."

Agent Stevenson explains himself as concisely as he can, revealing the corpse in the backyard, the horrors held within the home and the frantic nature of the scuffle that occurred when they attempted to retrieve Delphine and her mate, Frank. The only thing he omits from his report is the reason for shooting Delphine in such a hasty fashion. He dares not wonder what The Old Man will do if he believes him to be compromised, unable to do his job because of the love he has for his AdvAnimal partner, Persephone.

“Let me make this perfectly clear... After nearly twenty years of growing these creatures, it's time to continue with the next phase... And we cannot do that if you kill them! The only reason she fled was because she was pregnant, and you know it! Had you allowed her to escape, she would've been caught trying to follow whatever vehicle you'd placed Frank into, and once they were brought here-"

“But, sir, Frank would've been a problem if we'd tried-"

“Shut up! Don't interrupt me!" The Old Man roars. “... Once they were brought here, Frank would've been compelled to stay, and Delphine would've cooperated once she realized you were simply relocating them... But instead, you had to kill her! And her mate! You dare jeopardize this mission, discharging your sidearm and killing an AdvAnimal where civilians can see it?!?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"

“I'm sorry, sir..."

“You'd better be... Never forget your purpose, Agent Stevenson. You may be an Agent, and you may have a partner, but you still serve me, and that requires a certain level of competence."

“Yes, sir..."

“And I know you're fucking her, so don't even try to deny it! If you wish to remain in my good graces, and keep the little family you seem to be creating, start thinking with your fucking brain and follow protocol!!!"

“Yes, sir..."

“Remember, Agent Stevenson... If push comes to shove, you're disposable... The future I'm building isn't. Dismissed..."

“Yes, sir..."

Emerging from the conference room with his head held low, Persephone walks beside him, nervously nibbling on her claws. Her fretful expression as she ponders their future draws Krystal's attention. With a hand beneath her swollen belly, she leans against the doorframe of their private office, cocking her head as she watches the Agent and his partner standing there, holding each other.

“Hey, Danny."

“Yeah, sugar?"

“Come here." Krystal motions with her head.

Rising from the chair behind his desk, he approaches his partner and rests a hand on the small of her back.

“What does that look like to you?" She quietly asks, returning her attention toward Agent Stevenson and Persephone.

“It looks like a couple who don't know what the future holds."

“Yeah. That kind of anxiety is very good for welcoming new ideas." She poses.

“Fearful minds are ripe minds, sugar."

“Indeed, they are, master." She coos, bumping her butt against him. “You're really picking up on his lessons." She adds, softly giggling.

“Don't remind me." Agent Sharpe sighs.

“Sorry. Don't worry, Danny. You're mine, and I know your heart. But as for them... Candidates?"

“Quite possibly..." Agent Sharpe murmurs as he ponders the thought. “Hmm... Agent Stevenson!" He abruptly calls out.

Turning away from Persephone, Agent Stevenson leaves an arm tucked around her slender waist. The skunk AdvAnimal continues to cling to her partner's body, her anxious look unaltered.

“Yes, sir?"

“When you have a moment, come see me."

“Yes, sir."