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In every patient room was a hybrid, either lying in bed or staring out the window. They were all dressed in bleach-white clothes. They appeared well-fed and well taken care of, but seeing them, there was still a knot in my stomach. They were miserable. “They don’t belong here,” I said. “This is the only place where we can safely monitor them and keep them isolated from the public,” asian said Dr. Lawrence. “But they can’t live like this. They need access to the outside, they need stimulation, they need care and love. They look like adults but they still have their animal personalities. You met my girls, they’re like kids. They don’t have the fortitude to live in such sterile conditions. At least when these people were zoo animals, they had some kind of natural home. You talked about putting my girls and I in a facility where we can be observed, but I’m not going to put them in a place like this.” “Considering that all this here is your doing, I wish you could be a little more appreciative as to the work japanese we’ve put in. We’re trying to figure out and understand the cluster-fuck you left us!” “Look, they at least need some toys or something,” said Lorraine. “They aren’t lab rats to be kept in a cage or prisoners to be locked up.” “Wait, stop!” A man’s voice drew our attention and we all turned back to see a doctor at the end of the hall and a young woman running towards us. I recognized her, dirty-blonde hair with the largest ears I have ever seen, and short, but with wide eyes. She stopped in front of me, the fennec fox I had transformed, Lola. We both stared at each other, unsure of what to say. She slowly raised her hand, as if to wave to me, and I mirrored the act, pressing my palm against hers. The last time I saw her, we had been just like this, but with a pane of glass between us. “You’re the man from before,” she murmured. “I wanted to see you again.” “And I wanted to see you too, every minute of every day.” She then leaned in and hugged me, her face buried in my chest. “Master!” she whimpered. I embraced her, as if trying to shield her from the world and keep her safe in the sanctity of my arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me. I’m sorry I forced this life on you. I never stopped thinking about you.” I glanced at Dr. Lawrence, and the look on his face told me he now understood what I had been talking about. Next to him, Lorraine was wiping away tears as if watching a sad movie. “That is just so sweet!” she squeaked. “I don’t like it here,” Lola said. Hairy “I know you don’t, but there is a big house being made ready for all of us so that we can live together. I let out my breath. Beth and Susy shared a lovely two-bedroom apartment just off campus. Chapter Seven: Family Meeting Lots of people in the elevator, not like the asian interview night when I was alone. She was kissing me back with so much passion. "There!" “Oh I don’t know, think about the potential to get fucked, maybe even gang-banged. Did you know the chastity device thing is reported to be the fastest growing kink worldwide? My mind rebelled at that since it was one thing to be touched and another thing to have a guy stick a dick in me. He eased it slowly forward into my very wet cunt as I lay there. Sue also changed as well. “Now, I have a list of all of your fraternity members, a sheet on each one . . .”. A rope appeared in Dominion’s hand and he wrapped it around the japanese back of her neck like a reverse garrote. She felt the hook lower to the center eye Hairy hook of the bar. “Your mama cat is very proud of you.” Tina's was beautiful. Being in her arms, I’ve never felt so safe. “And your secretary?” Before Chloe could object, Sonja pulled her outside. I trembled, just imagining it. The gigs were great, well sometimes people stopped yelling long enough for us to hear ourselves play, but after two or three twenty minute sets, then dismantling everything and loading the van the evening seemed to be gone, but usually I was home before Angie put in an appearance in the early hours, after an evening in the bar then on to an expensive nightclub with her "Friends." then she would be belting out pop songs in completely the wrong key in that high soprano voice of hers, the sort that smashes wine glasses and kills rats at fifty paces. You seem to have an aversion to it.” They moaned in each other’s mouth, as they both came. ‘I don’t know, Baby Girl. Clint led the way, marching up to the door with purpose, a tablet clenched in his hand. Relentless torture.