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It was Field Test day.

All of Facility Nineteen's best were out. An assortment of shut ins, division leads pushing long shifts, grunts, Caretakers, engineers, and no doubt the top directors.

For some, it was a day of breathtaking pride and immense honor. For others, it was an anxiety inducing panic storm. Your best works were put on display. Every effort of every minute for the past eighteen months laid bare for most of the Facility to see. Failure meant a setback. Failure meant scorn. Failure was not an option.

Surrounded by towering concrete walls, the gathering all met in a square field of dirt. It was maintained only enough for an undisturbed Field Test, but beyond that, designed with practical means only. The staff were seated behind protective bullet-proof fixtures, whereas subjects prepared for testing were lined together in the actual field, eagerly awaiting their opportunity for whatever challenge lay ahead.

Lanz Anda stood next to his pride and glory, routinely biting his finger to distract from the frightened thud of his heartbeat. His heavy compliance-collar felt tighter than usual, as he couldn't help but adjust it every other minute.

The cream-colored fox was hardly dressed for the occasion too, having slapped on his best operator robes and an unimpressive pair of pants and shirt. He stood on one side of the Field, where most of his other veteran division staff remained as well, all uniformly packed together with their own tried-and-tested Wolf Sisters. All glorious, all sharply attired, all watching him with nothing but judgment.

Well, the bio-engineers at least. The Sisters had difficulty containing themselves. Large figures of raw power, standing at least double the height of most in their ranks, a different shade of fur for each one. They fidgeted, tail wagged, grinned, and looked ready to burst into howl.

Not because of Lanz, oh no. It was fox's work which they eyed with ferocious excitement. Unit K4. KAR-EN. Lanz's pride.

She was tall, unproven youth. Much like the Sisters, a massive creature, eight feet of vicious strength. Her fur a deep shade of pitch grey, marked with scars of previous tests. Long, oil-black hair hung over her shoulders, while violent green eyes scorned the Field with unimpressed scrutiny. Her attire, feeble black top and standard-grade sport shorts did very little to contain the immensity of her shape. A womanly shape cloaked with strength.

A wolf.

Lanz was her Caretaker. Responsible for every ounce of her training, upkeep, and well-being. Her success - or failure - today would determine the fate of not only the pair, but the bio-division itself. So, naturally, the Sisters were in a silent uproar, so eager to see their fellow girl prove herself. As for everyone else, well, all eyes lingered on Lanz, causing the fox a storm of fear within himself.

On the opposite side of the Field stood the tech-division. They were here with the latest in industrial military machines. Hunter killers, unmanned walkers, thinking robotics. Remorseless, near-perfect killers. K4 had to prove them wrong.

A figure from the left rushed over to Lanz, one of the staff conducting the demonstration.

"Mr. Anda, it's time!"

The vulpine shuddered. He turned briefly to KAREN. "W-wait here," he muttered. Though the wolf did not seem to hear, eyes locked on the standing machines opposite of her.

The Field Test had each of their project leads meet in the center. It was customary to show respect, or so the policies of Facility Nineteen claimed.

Lanz was meeting Kristine. As she approached with her own staff, some anxiety gave way to fury. When they arrived in the center of the dirt field, she smirked at him in mocking fashion. Navy dress, clipboard in arm, confident and powerful stride.

"Couldn't be bothered to dress like you have standards, eh Andy?"

The albino mousette looked him over with her blood-red eyes, snickering. "I know you work with mutts all day, but you_do_ remember we're supposed to be professionals?"

Lanz growled. "Some of us have real work to do," he shot back.

"Hah!" she squeaked. "That sorry mess of barbarians over there? I think not, Andy boy. My walker is going to reduce your little animal to pulp."

In truth, part of Lanz was frightened she was right. But here was not the place for it. He had to believe in his work, in K4.

"You sound awfully confident," he grunted. "And what happens when my 'animal' tears your precious machine apart?"

Kristine clearly had to hold back a laugh. "Nngh. Ha. It will_never happen._ I'd bet my whole career on it."

The fox found himself bristling. She had done nothing but mock him the entirety of his project's lifespan. "You wanna' wager then?"

An eye roll. "Gambling is suited to little soldiers, Andy boy. But fine, I'll humor you. If I win, you leave. You put in a word to have your whole division terminated. All those 'things' go to the chopping block."

It was here Lanz felt himself snarl. It was one thing to go after him, but his fellow staff, the Sisters?

"I'd rather die," he spat out. "Shove it, Kristine."

Kristine smirked, letting off a mocking chuckle. "Suit yourself." She looked to one Field staff. "I think we're done here."

After the short "conversation," the staff went over a brief set of rules for both divisions. One side sent out their project of choice. Those projects would engage in combat and render the other inoperable, by any means necessary. The project left standing was claimed victor, and the one's responsible were hailed in victory while the loser suffered a variety of reprimands.

Lanz barely heard most of it. He knew the rules. He watched his foe until the staff finished, and each engineer returned to their station on opposing sides of the field.

The cream-furred fox looked to KAREN with renewed vigor and ambition. Eyes poured over every inch of her figure once more, attempting to find some last-minute flaw which would assure victory. But there were none, and there was nothing he could do. He knew this. The only thing left was to test his work against that who mocked him, hope for the best.

When he stood next to KAREN, he smiled nervously at her. "A-are you ready?"

He could not tell if K4 shared his same concerns and fears. He did not know if she could comprehend what loss here meant.

The massive wolf looked down at him. Her muzzled peeled into a terrifying sneer. "Kill all resistance."

A brutal, sharp reply.

He nodded. You must, he thought.Or all this was for naught.

Ears flicked as a crackling voice caught the vulpine's attention: "We are preparing the first Field Test trial! Projects K4 and WU-9 report immediately!"

Without a moment's hesitation, KAREN stepped forward, sauntering proudly as her fellow Sisters let out a raucous of barks and woofs. No one bothered to shush them.

Lanz watched her proudly. They were one, a team, and her success or failure was every bit his own. He only hoped he had done as much as he could for her as a Caretaker.

On the other side, he could barely make out Kristine and her teammates huddle together, as one of the massive machines began to shift. A moment passed, and soon a herculean walker began to move forward, a two-legged gun-mounted hunter killer. They were slick, black plated war-drones, capable of autonomous decision making, every inched armed with some measure of projectile weapon.

For some, it seemed entirely unfair to pit a beast against a gun. But anyone who ever watched a Sister fight would realize how wrong such an assessment was.

Like Lanz and Kristine, the opponents "met" in the center of the Field. One a beeping, chirring mass of metal and death, the other an engineered perfect fighter.

The crackling voice chimed in again. "All staff, please report to the safety displays!"

Adjusting his heavy compliance-collar again, Lanz reluctantly made his way behind the bullet-proof display available for all observers. While some asserted it was to prevent wayward shots striking bystanders, the more experienced would confirm it was to block all the gore.

The fox hoped this wasn't true.

When every member, Caretaker, and engineer were seated behind a broad display of glass, only KAREN and WU-9 remained.

-*-

K4 sniffed the air, thirsty for blood. Sadly, only the cool hum of electric pulses emanated from her prey, the tall walking machine everyone called "WU-9" as lifeless as it was silent. It had no heartbeat, no flesh, and worst of all, no voice to scream. Did it even feel fear?

She studied it with contempt, body bristling, clawed feet digging into the ground. This was the thing which mocked her. Her Sisters. All the little tinker men and their toys thought they were better than her. Better than her home. Better than her Caretaker!

A voice-with-no-body trickled over the Field. "Projects may now commence combat!"

KAREN growled. This meant she could fight now!

Her body tensed. Muscle ruptured with energy as she prepared to lunge, eyeing the legs of her foe first. What good was a machine if it couldn't move?

But, before the wolfess had her chance, WU-9 sprang to life. It let out a series of incomprehensible words and electronic garble, its head now shimmering with electric red light.

"Target designation found: elimination protocol six engaged."

KAREN's ears perked in alarm as two cylinder barrels appeared from underneath the walker's chassis. They spun like a loud drill, and it didn't take much thought to realize what they planned to do.

Gun, shoot, dead.

Responding, K4 took her left hand and made a quick sweeping motion across the ground. Her biceps bulged as claws tore through the hard dirt like soft flesh, spewing up a cloud of dirty dust. A few seconds later the ugly, piercing sound of relentless shots rattled the air, a rain of hot bullets digging through the cloud the wolfess created.

The dirt cloud did as she hoped, K4 dashing to the side, the bullets incinerating the spot where she had stood. But the shots did not follow her movements, obscured by the veil of particles, giving her a little time to advance.

Seizing the opportunity, she sped forward, ready to make a mad dash for one of the machine's legs. But, it responded once it realized K4 was no longer in the cloud of debris. The WU-9's head rotated, though not as quickly as the wolfess thought it might.

The buzz of hot death sent another hail of bullets her way, though she managed to stay just ahead of the shots, speeding around the machine, hungry for an opening. The WU-9 attempted to compensate by marching toward her, looking for a way to lead the wolf into a killing shot.

But she was too fast. Perhaps faster than anyone had expected.

And it was all KAREN needed. She knew how the loud guns worked. Dangerous at a distance, but they could not fire forever. It was only a matter of. . .

Click click click!

"GOOOT YOUUU!"

After escaping its hell-storm of bullets the walker had run out of ammunition, or temporarily. But it was all the wolf required. It let out a series of audible beeps, perhaps indicating its lack of firing capability. Or maybe it was giving up?

KAREN sped towards it, letting out an enraged howl. Her thick legs heaved against the ground, levying all her might as she dove into WU-9's "knee". A swipe of her arm and claw met wire and metal.

Where some likely expected resistance, KAREN powered through. A loud, groaning wrench of sheared steel bombarded the Field walls, as the wolfess drove all her momentum through the joint of the walker, pulling apart its hydraulics and connectors. Just like snapping the limb of some large animal.

"RRRAAGH!"

Her arms rippled as clawed hangs gripped and yanked with animalistic force, pulling free a handful of hydraulic tubing, wire, and fragmented metal. Black liquid gurgled and spat freely from the point of contact, the WU-9 stumbling about as KAREN's arm became sodden with its liquid substance.

A panicked series of beeps and whirrs escaped the machine, as it abruptly hobbled backward, jettisoning away with equipped boosters. K4 gave a feral snarl, tossing aside the broken parts, savoring the panic of this supposed "superior" machine.

"Critical proximity damage detected, deploying countermeasures."

The WU-9 attempted to stand, but was at a clumsy tilt. It could no longer aim at any practical sense. Now was the time to end it.

Its shimmering black head began to open a series of ports. As the wolfess began to run towards the walker, she could barely make out the ports were prepping a volley of missiles. But she refused to let the noisy toy do anything more.

She sped toward the hulking thing and leapt upon its head. The WU-9 signaled another series of alerts, but it no longer mattered.

"KILL ALL RESISTANCE!" she roared. On top of the sleek, black machine head, she drove her hands into the center.

It mattered little that the walker was comprised of steel. Her flesh would not yield. Her bones did not crack. Instead, her entire body wrenched and flexed as clawed digits peeled apart the automaton's skull, revealing a nuanced layer of circuits motherboards, processing units, and its processing core.

Fancy toymakers and their silly trinkets.

Mercilessly she threw aside the sheets of protective metal and proceeded to tear out anything her hands could grip. A barrage of hideous steel screeches, popping fires, and crackling electricity deafened the Field. Parts and bolts came flying from where K4 tore away, the walker stumbling and swaying rapidly from the sustained attack. Wayward missiles launched in error while garbled electric screeches echoed from its breaking husk.

The wolfess gave a final blow. She jumped from the helm and tore off the WU-9's injured leg. With all her might, she swung the bulk of metal into the whining drone, a violent 'thud' booming upon contact.

It fell.

As quickly as the fight had begun, it was already over.

Fire began to churn and emerge from the broken walker. The wayward missiles burst violently in the air.

K4 had won. Her chest heaved with gulps of air, her body matted with stains of scorch and oil, her strained attire torn and almost buckling.

Perhaps in disbelief, a long pause settled over the Field. In what felt like an eternity, the announcer voice finally snapped through the quiet.

". . .the Field Test has concluded! Project K4 representing the bio-division has emerged as the victor!"

Even through the protective displays, a raucous of excited woofs and howls was audible.

-*-

Day faded to evening. The entire bio-division was left to celebrate. While there were some proceeding trials for other facility projects, none could deny it was KAREN's performance which stole the show. Her Wolf Sisters applauded her with hugs, licks, and howls, welcoming her as a new member of their pack, another tested and proven vessel.

While Caretakers, engineers, and scientists went to enjoy their victory in one way, the Wolf Sisters had simpler pleasures in mind. Carefully groomed killers aside, there was one vice they couldn't deny: alcohol.

When not monitored by their Caretakers, the wolfs were free to roam throughout their division area. It contained a series of amenities: personal rooms, bathing area, track, weight rooms, casual commons, media sector, library, and their favorite, a tavern.

Since each PROJECT was an immense figure of womanly shape and powerful physique, they were often able to drink their weight in brew. What started has a Caretaker offering one of the first Sisters a cold beer evolved into full-fledged drinking nights.

The tavern itself was a calmly lit space of wood tables and standard barkeep. The low ambiance of soft jazz or rock lingered in the air, only because loud metal had to be forbidden. Flat screens lined room corners, though it was mostly old movies or bits of world news only approved through Facility Nineteen's checks.

K4 was currently at table with a group of casually attired Sisters huddled around her, soaked in an assortment of collected neon-signs from donations and previous Caretaker purchases. The dark-grey wolfess was positively beaming, tail shifting here and there as she absorbed praise from her equally strong - though veteran - pack mates.

"I thought the big thing would piss itself after what she did!" one of the Sisters bellowed.

"Using the dirt for cover? Ingenious for a field pup!" another chimed.

"Wish I saw the face of those nasty toy makers when she got through with it!" a third laughed.

Despite her breeding, tutoring, and design, KAREN felt herself flush. Some of these Sisters were seasons beyond her. Some had seen active combat. Others were from the original Facility Two pre-shutdown.

And then there was. . .

A frothy mug came splashing down on the table. A synthflesh hand gripped the condensed glass, pushing it toward K4. A veteran wolfess peered down at K4, and the rest of the Sisters hushed a moment.

Pack Leader TIGA.

Faded blonde fur splashed with cream at the waist, one arm a bio-mechanical replacement of enhanced synthflesh, and more operations than the entire wolf pack combined. Her body was a rugged assortment of muscle, experiments, and tech implants.

Even K4 looked down demurely, the rest watching for approval.

"Congratulations, pup." TIGA smiled toothily.

"You're one of us now."

The Sisters wagged and yipped happily. K4 wasted little time, snagging the cold mug and downing the brew. She never had beer before, and the taste was strong and bitter. It burned on the way down, but she did not yield. It stung like the blood of prey.

She sat the mug down and rasped a satisfied "ahhh."

"Girl can hold her drink," TIGA added. "You might have competition, LIN."

The Sister "LIN," wolfess of light wheat-blonde fur, flushed and laughed.

"Over my carcass this one can outdrink me!" she shot back.

Casual chuckles rumbled throughout, though TIGA still maintained a serious aura. There was more to this than just a swig of beer.

"You know what this means, don't you K4?" the Pack Leader offered. KAREN wasn't sure.

"Caretaker is happy? And Sisters are left alone?" She felt a little flustered at her own uncertainty.

"It means you're coming with us!" one of the pack mates exclaimed happily. This only further confused KAREN.

"What she means," TIGA cut in, "Is that now our division has proven its worth. Today's Field Test was more than a combat test."

The commanding wolf propped her elbows upon table, leaning in. Her crisp, gold eyes focused on K4 with hopeful intent.

"We work for the world of fighting, pup. And, before you, the tinkerers promised they would have the best weapon. The perfect weapon. It was to replace us. But now. . ."

TIGA grinned. "You changed that. So, you're coming with us to New Antares. It is where the world needs us, because it is too weak to fight its own battles."

KAREN's ears perked, though she remained uncertain. "Rrr. . . New Antares?"

"Big city!" one of the excited Sisters yelled. "Only for the best!"

"Best beer money can buy, you mean," the wolf called LIN added. The pack yapped their humored approval.

KAREN smiled, taking another draft of beer, or what remained. Now she was beginning to see the bigger picture. A place where small men in small suits talked small words? Yes, this sounded familiar. The same kind who always hassled her Caretaker, the kind that decided if the Sisters would go or stay.

"What's in the city?" she asked.

TIGA paused a moment before answering, gold eyes looking past K4. Then.

"Words. Lights. People. Tall buildings of metal and electric pictures. It's where our Caretakers handle business. First, we go to New Antares, and then we go to the world. We solve their problems, we break their armies, destroy their machines. Small people have power for a while, and then, they need us once more."

"But you must ready yourself, K4," continued TIGA. "It is not this place." A calm gesture to the tavern and surrounding Sisters.

"It is the world. It's death. Your success or failure strengthens us, or weakens us, just like we for you. You will be tested with your Pack Mates. Everything you ever learned will be questioned and challenged. Are you ready for that?"

The lightness of the mood evaporated, at least for a moment. The words came crashing upon the dark-grey wolf like an avalanche of rocks. The real world. With real people and real blood and real bullets. No more simulations or tests.

KAREN looked down, not replying immediately. She thought. And she remembered. What did Caretaker always say?

Remember who you are. Remember your name. All things break upon you. You are the shield and the sword.

Remember your name. Whenever you are with doubt, say it.

Say it.

"Kill all resistance."

TIGA's head tilted. "What was that, pup?"

K4 lifted her head. This time, with more firmness. "Kill all resistance. It is who I am. Let the world resist me."

The Pack Leader chuckled, sitting back. "I take it that means you can handle it."

Relieved, celebratory growls of approval filled the air. The pack fetched more drinks and, in unison took another long, slow draft. Even TIGA, not one to partake, nursed her own mug for a while.

-*-

As hours drizzled by, KAREN felt herself more relaxed than ever. She never had alcohol before, but a gentle buzz settled throughout her form. Mostly she used to always training, moving, pushing herself to be stronger. Yet now all was slow and methodical.

The evening was filled with happy voices and pleasant barks from her Sisters. The lazy ambiance of music lulled over her. She was even having conversations with her Sisters, though there was not much for her to say. All the others were so experienced. Proven veterans. She hoped to be like them one day.

When the time lingered near ten, LIN came to prop next to her. They were at the keep's table, a reddish furred bartender SASHA keeping K4 supplied with a steady stream of drink. Large fatigues-covered rear flattened against the stool, whilst the visiting wolfess gave her new Pack Mate a hazy once over.

"Soooo, we don't usually ask, but your Caretaker. . ."

K4's ear perked. "He is good. Always cares for me." LIN responded with a sloppy chuckle, hand waving.

"I know I know, he should be. My Zya has been keeping up with me for a decade, poor old gal. I'm suuuuch a handful."

KAREN sensed LIN was far looser than before. She had been strutting about with a soldier's vest and black sleeveless top. Now the vest was gone and her infantry cap was tilted.

"But y'know, you've communed with him, riiiight?" LIN's expression was one of mischief. K4, however was nonplussed

"Rrr. . . communed?"

The barkeep broke in. "Oh LIN, come off it. That's between those two. Just because old lady Zya was too busy with her 'studies' doesn't mean you have to butt in."

"Hey, hey, let them be the ones to judge my butt," she shot back with a sneer. Again though, focus returned to K4.

"You know, commune. Most Sisters bond with their Caretaker."

K4 blinked. "We have bonded."

"Honey, she means if you've ever seen your Caretaker's cock," SASHA broke in, rubbing down a spill on the end of her table.

A small alarm went off in KAREN's head. "Wh-what? Why would. . . no! Or, once, but. . ."

She trailed. The wolfess wasn't sure where this conversation was going. Until she thought about it again. Her Caretaker, the cream-colored vulpine, without cloth. Certainly, her wolfish senses were curious. But never did she think anything more than that.

Well, aside from a few nights.

Despite her stature and intimidating physique, the felt herself blush. "Why are you asking?"

LIN was nursing a foamy mug of beer. She sipped and sneered. "You haven't done it with him, have you? Oh Kaykay, you goootta. On your night of victory? Nothing's sweeter than maiming your enemies than a good hot fuck after that."

KAREN's eyes widened. Her venomous green eyes darted about, uncertain. The words were so bitey and vulgar too. Swearing was not permissible around the Caretakers, not during active training.

The thought felt so uncouth and irregular. Instinct gave her an idea about what LIN meant. Sometimes she dreamed of herself and the young fox pressed together, but those were just dreams, right? Silly dreams from a silly wolf.

"Er, I. . ."

KAREN could tear the leg off an oversized walking gun, and yet this thought caused a strange fluttering within her. Perhaps it was just the drink.

It might be nice to see the Caretaker without clothes, a small part of her thought.

LIN smacked her hand down on the bar. "That settles it!" she exclaimed.

"You might not get a chance like this in a looong time, Kaykay. New Antares is so uptight your cunt will vanish!"

Hopping from seat, the intoxicated LIN adjusted her fatigues, straightened her hat, and tossed her chest with hands.

"C'moooon. I'll help."

A scoff from the barkeep, SASHA rolling her eyes. "Of course she will. Hon, don't let this wind-up toy make you do anything, she's a real pushover."

Warning aside, there was no bitterness in the keep's voice. In a way, K4 felt small tinges of encouragement. And the thought certainly was exciting. It was so primal, so animal. So. . . wolf.

After a pause, KAREN stood. LIN offered a victorious grin, but said nothing. They didn't need words now.

-*-

It might as well have been a metaphorical masturbatory session.

The Bio-Division commons was in an uproar of congratulations and compliments. Lanz probably had his paw-hand shaken vigorously at least sixteen times now. Every breed and every face was stretched with laugher and smiles. The cream-furred fox had never, not in all his years, seen them so happy.

It was not necessarily a bad thing. Ever since the proposed New Antares contracts, both Bio and Tech divisions were hard pressed to come out on top. Facility Nineteen looked poorly on failures, and the Bio sector was already under more pressure to deliver on genetically engineered field soldiers.

Coupled with Dr. Kristine Osken's fostering of contempt between both departments, a lot of bad feelings were stirred up.

But the weight was gone. The dark cloud of failure dissipated. Some were so happy they almost cried.

For Lanz, he was still in disbelief. He couldn't believe the results of the Field Test when K4 tore the walker unit limb from limb. He couldn't believe it now. But reality was far kinder than belief, and his wolf had outperformed expectations on nearly every level.

This saturated the commons. Vitsker brought out his finest hidden stash of liquors. Vran, the old guard known for being a hermit, came out for congratulations. Some of the new scrubs literally set their assignment paperwork on fire, though before receiving a swift verbal reprimand. The quiet, callous Zennet even cracked a smirk.

For once in over eighteen months, everyone partied like a drunk, happy animal. Even Lanz barely felt his compliance collar, even for just a while.

But for him, it was just a veil.

He stayed with his division for a good while. Chatted and discussed the finer points of K4's construction methods, regiment, grooming patterns, all the little details they could get their hands on. But when there was space, a moment between talks, a pause before a drink, he felt the onerous grip of metal and plastic throttle him.

He said it to no one. But a part of him was happier for a far greater reason than the Bio division reaping success. New Antares bore opportunity. But it also promised something else, if he was careful.

Freedom.

Every night he fantasized about it. The grand escape, the courage to run, the brave rescue of K4 as they hijacked a vehicle and fled towards the horizon. But it was always a fantasy.

So even as all the noise, banter, and smiles consumed him, for Lanz, it was a smokescreen. All the engineers, scientist, and scrubs used this night to forget. No one wanted a reminder of the ugly circlet which gripped their necks like a master's hand.

Something in New Antares would hold the answer, he could feel it. But for the commons, he played the fool, and soaked in some of the glory, if only for a while.

When the hour started to linger near eleven, Lanz started to say his farewells. He was met with some resistance, as more drinks and music crept through the commons, but aside from the smooth white walls and hologram images of random cities, there wasn't much value in staying.

His mind was too preoccupied, anyway.

Desiring a change and shower, the cream-furred vulpine exited from the boisterous and headed towards his chambers. It was down several hallways of sterile, plasteel corridors, past doors which automatically opened and arrows indicating where a room was located.

For male Bio-division staff, their quarters were typically separated on the left part of the facility, with several floors for each team and rank. Lanz had a room on the top floor, which was just high enough to see past the cement walls which bordered Facility Nineteen. It allowed him to cast a forlorn glance now and again out the window, soaking up the mix of rusty reds and desert browns which promised nothing but hopeless escape.

Nonetheless, he enjoyed it when he could.

He took the elevator to floor BD-C-4, making way to room nine one of the last down another sterile hallway. The only adornments afforded to it were pictures of Dr. Colsis, one of the founders of Facility Nineteen, pictures of early projects, one of the first tenants of the Bio-Division, and Project T1, TIGA.

For some, mementos of inspiration. For Lanz, reminders of his subjugation.

Room nine swept into view and Lanz input persona digits into code-lock. He was ready to put the day behind and start planning for New Antares, beginning to shuffle off his lab-coat (of which_still_ had on), expecting a quiet night.

He entered his room, a cozy studio-styled appointment. Oddly, the light was on. Strange, he never recalled leaving it on.

The fox tossed off his coat on kitchen chair and made for room. He didn't recall leaving his bedroom door open either, but perhaps it was just a busy day. He entered and-

He stopped.

Where the hell could he even begin? Proximity violation, incorrect Caretaker partnering, security breach, unrecorded Project movement!

"W-what!?" he rasped. Was the word even audible?

It was not his bed he saw. Or it was, but rather it was what was_on_ his bed. Her. She. They!

They, his mind sputtered. Two, two of them. Wolves. KAREN and, who, and what?

"Now see, you gotta do this, it drives em' wild. . ."

Lanz's presence was apparently not yet noticed. Rather, the couple yet to see him was K4, his beloved Project of whom he was responsible for, and_another Project,_ of whom he was_not_ responsible for!

What were they doing? The fox's mind hadn't even processed the image yet. Fooling about? Did they even know the possible consequences here?

No, they cared little, that was apparent. K4 was on all fours, in a way Lanz had never seen before. Her thick, plump rear was wobbling ever so gently, towards the door. Still clothed, her. . . "pride" hidden by a strap of training attire, but the cleft of her wolfhood somewhat visible through the fabric.

The other, this intruder, did not have the same prudence. Hills of an equally sized, equally fat rump squished against K4's own backside, flattening at the seams, fur of light wheat-blonde. The two smacked against each other, like it was some kind of game, sending a ripple of subtle jiggles between their shapely haunches.

"It will make Caretaker want me?" he could K4 say between their trade of hip wiggles and rump smacks.

The blonde one laughed. "If m'lucky he'll want both of us!"

For the briefest of moments, Lanz was entranced by the size of two generously sized rears. But logic snapped him to reality.

"What is going on!?" he exclaimed, uncertain if he was surprised, angry, confused, or perhaps a little excited.

The ladies looked back. LIN, who Lanz did not recognize, wore a sloppy grin. K4 on the other hand held an expression of uncertainty. Before the dark-grey wolf could respond, her 'partner' started first.

"Tuuurns out you two haven't been together at all. M'just here to get our latest Pack Mate her just desserts, y'know?"

K4 cut in, ears flattened. "Caretaker is unhappy?"

Lanz blinked. This was. What were they? How. Oh.

Oh, his mind repeated.

As though expecting to be pursued by some angry specter, Lanz hastily shut the door, his tail twitching anxiously. He noticed K4's features, and his voice softened.

"K-KAREN," he said lowly, "What. . . who is this? What are you two doing?"

In truth, it wasn't too difficult to realize what they were after. Tails hiked up, buxom rears so preciously presented, wiggling with such a tease. To see such an immense, powerful figure like K4 try to entice the young fox with such a primal display was not something he ever expected.

"Sister LIN is helping. You are angry with me?"

"No!" he quickly responded. "No, no, no, not with you. Never!"

"But you can't just," he sputtered. He started to pace around. "I mean if we were. . . who is her Caretaker? How did you? And security and-"

"Hey!" The one called LIN barked and caught his attention. "Your wolf here wants your cock, foxy boy. I thought Caretakers were supposed to be the smart ones?"

Again, he stopped. Yes, the presented rumps indicated as much. LIN, not content to let things linger, went so far as to drape her hand on K4's posterior, gently squeezing the cheek, jostling it even. Where Lanz might expect this to cause KAREN anger, instead she let off an approving growl.

The fox blushed. He had never seen his KAREN like this. They were always thinking ahead, about how to conquer the next challenge, go over fitness statistics, studying field weaponry. And certainly, rumors were always lingering about how Caretakers had "relations" with the Wolf Sisters, but he always thought it was the scrubs jumbling up random stories from boredom.

Lanz took a deep breath, attempting to ignore the stirring in his loins and provocative acts from LIN.

"This is. LIN, won't your Caretaker be looking for you?"

The blonde wolfess tossed a look at him. Her eyes were a pale violet. She sneered, offering a rumbly laugh.

"Doc Zya is too preoccupied with other things to look my way. Now stop tryin' to change the subject, foxy, you really want to ignore_this?"_

LIN took a moment to yank down the fabric covering K4's loins. The wolf of deep grey yelped, though with an eager tone, shaking her hips slightly, tail tossing, her moist cleft just barely coming into view.

Despite being designed for combat as the ultimate killing machine, K4 was still raw, primal. Real.

Slowly, the concern of rules, violations, and reprimands melted from Lanz's mind. "Is this. . . really want you want, KAREN?" he inquired gently.

She did not reply at first. But when she did it was low, soft, and needy. "I want Caretaker," K4 insisted. "I want Lanz."

The fox's heart throbbed. It was all he really needed to hear. Yes, this was right. He was her Caretaker. She was his K4. They were the only two who could possibly understand each other. No one ever looked at the wolf with as much pride, understanding, and dare the fox think,love as he did.

LIN chuckled sultrily. "Sounds like youuu two have put this off too long, huh?"

The blonde furred wolfess lazily raised herself from all fours. She stretched, before hopping from bed, showing off the subtle curvature of her womanly features. Much like K4 she was strong, a powerhouse with the fine sinew of her muscles delicately visible beneath soft fur. Her bust heaved with each motion, plump sacs jostling softly, tipped with brownish nips to accent her wheat color.

Somewhat uncertainly, KAREN followed suit, though not before pulling off the rest of her cloth, fully exposing the cleft of her dark nethers. She watched LIN curiously, the blonde wolf going to Lanz before yanking him close, of which the fox was helpless to stop. Though he would not resist, regardless.

"Let's help your foxy get comfortable, ah Kayyay?"

LIN sunk to knees, beginning to undo Lanz's trousers, unfastening with eager momentum. Not to be outdone, K4 promptly mimicked her Pack Mate at the knees, Lanz treated to the sight of two strong, busty gals clambering for his waist.

Lanz was starting to lose himself. The worrisome faculties which had panicked about possible discovery were quickly silence. Now, he simply watched with a secret joy as the blonde wolfess undid him from the waist down, pulling away pants, then briefs, letting cloth pool at his ankles, exposing his malehood to the pair.

K4 felt her cheeks grow hot, though it wasn't visible through thick dark fur. She was. . . so close to Lanz's pulsing member, the pink flesh beginning to bulge and harden from the prompted attentions. His scent wafted over her, musk of male enticing her senses, her tail wagging feverishly.

"Mmmn, haven't seen one of you boys in a looong time," LIN intoned greedily, taking a finger and stroking the underflesh of the expanding cock.

Lanz shuddered, K4 glancing up to see the excitement and arousal sprawl over his features.

"It feels good when you are touched?" KAREN inquired innocently.

The fox sucked in a small breath, and pet the wolf through strands of oil-black hair. "It does," he conceded.

"I'd take this whole thing m'self, buuut he's your foxy. Drive him wild, Kaykay. Go on, give him a lick."

K4 returned her attention to the other. "Lick?"

LIN nodded, pushing out flat pink tongue and briefly rolling it over the hardened tip of Lanz's member. She received a pleasant "Nng" in return.

KAREN caught the pleasant grunt, poison green eyes fixating on the fully erect member. Lanz was hapless to watch, though awaited their attentions, encouraging.

"It's alright, KAREN. You can if you want," he offered gently.

No, the wolf thought.I understand.

The dark grey huntress offered a sly smile, pushing her muzzle forward. Her doggish tongue rolled out and, with a steady slow motion, dragged it across the side of the wanting cock. She felt Lanz shake from her attention, a steady breath escaping him, the flank of pink twitching from her attention.

Her tail wagged. She never saw Caretaker like this! So, she began again. This time, faster, lapping at the tip in sloppy, circular motions. Moist rug went exploring, roving across the sides, smacking along every inch, draping the inches in sticky saliva.

LIN snickered. "Mm, you got a hang of it already, huh?"

"But you caaan't leave me out, y'know."

K4 cocked a curious brow, but watched as her Sister joined, proceeding to assault Lanz's foxhood with her own skilled tongue, rolling and lapping in greedy fashion. But she didn't stop there. Her soft lips smacked and suckled on whatever bit of male they could, slurping along the edges. She offered an assault of quick, soft kisses, dragging out yet more pleasant groans from the fox.

Lanz had to hold onto them to not fall over. He quickly yanked off his shirt and clenched onto their hair, hot breaths drifting from his excited, aroused form.

"Caretaker is excited," K4 muttered, watching LIN's wild assault of mouth motions. The blonde wolfess nodded, taking the flank and pressing it into her lips, smacking her cheek as though punishing herself with a flank of cock, laughing.

"Oh, he's more than that, Kaykay." Holding the soft, warm pole, she directed it to the dark furred wolfess.

KAREN was not to be outdone, not with her Lanz. She could feel LIN trying to playfully compete, swatting her hips against the K4's own, their fat, full rears jigging in unison. So, as if on instinct, K4 engulfed the glistening rod into her muzzle.

"Gah! K-KAREN! T-that's good!" Lanz yelped in approval. His back arched, feeling his hips sway into the accepting maw.

"Wait, wait," his hot mind reeled, "Kiss it first, will you? I-I just want to see you, to see that."

Lanz's mind was swimming, and a hundred possibilities and a hundred thoughts drifted through him. Gods above he never knew how much he wanted this until now.

K4 released him, looking up curiously. The fox shuddered again. Despite being seated in a retina of black, those green eyes watching him demurely, how sweet, how delicious that was.

The dark furred wolf released the flank. "Rrr? Kiss?" With some uncertainty, she pressed her lips together and smothered the tip of the fox's malehood. She had seen something like this before.

A rumbling growl from her. "Grrrrm. Like this?"

Lanz felt hot, searing. He nodded feverishly. The ultimate form of submission. A large, powerful creature like his KAREN submitting with a kiss.

"Ohhh he's into this now, Kaykay. C'mon, let's wiggle for him," she chimed. Little devil.

Lanz was glad she came along.

"You do it too, L-LIN. Both! I've got. . . I have to see it!"

It didn't matter to Lanz that the blonde-furred wolfess was under the watch of another Caretaker. This was the only chance he had to watch two service his twitching mast.

"Atta' boy, foxy."

They both kissed, and they both wiggled. Buxom rears echoed in jubilation as their wriggling hips tossed against the other, while muzzles met at the crown of Lanz's cock. Hot, moist lips wrapped about his tip, fighting for supremacy, suckling sloppily and dragging the pole towards them. Lanz watched in heady disbelief, like a fever dream, greedily eyeing the bouncing hips and servicing lips. If he died here, he wouldn't care anymore.

Maybe this was why no Caretaker ever tried to escape.

His malehood was under endless attacks, and the wolves proceed to escalate their efforts. Without warning, they engulfed his flank, LIN first loudly gulping his entire mast down her hot, moist throat, muzzle wrapped tightly around the inches. Her long flat tongue served as a pleasant cushion while she bounced her face upon Lanz's foxhood, procuring a series of hot grunts from the cream furred vulpine.

KAREN growled. "Do not take Caretaker!"

The blonde furred wolfess released the cock with a pop, sneering. "Oh, come on, ya' gotta share with me!"

Not content to let the wolves bark at each other, Lanz decided to move things forward. And he was beginning to buckle. His testes churned and his flank seared with need, desiring release. But it was more than that. He had to bond with his K4, his "Kaykay" as LIN put it.

"Back to the bed," he uttered hoarsely. "Quick, I need you both back on the bed, the way you were!"

The two girls stopped their playful bickering. K4 looked up, curiously, then eagerly. Perhaps sensing what the fox had in mind, LIN nudged her Pack Mate and slowly rose again, K4 following suit. Their bosoms tossed gingerly, the duo towering over the young male for a moment, before sliding back to bed.

Here they mimicked their earlier position, a doggish tease of all fours, rumps on display, moistened lips just begging to be taken.

"Going to claim a pair of wolves, huh?" LIN intoned, looking back.

Lanz stepped forward, going to K4, the dark furred wolf's eyes brightening, offering a quiet bark when foxy hands landed on her soft rear.

"You'll have to wait," he responded. "And watch. This is for her."

LIN gasped, pouting. "What! Oh nooo fair!"

The fox was too lost in desire to hear the complaints. Instead, he looked at K4's figure. The delicate lines of muscle roaming over her powerful figure, the womanly hips that still retained an alluring shape despite her physique, the wide, supple rump which easily expanded across his waist.

He pushed apart her generous cheeks, eyeing the sodden, black flesh that hid behind them. "Nmmm, KAREN," he whispered.

The wolf watched him excitedly, her tail hanging over his shoulder, as if to pull him in. LIN simply watched, licking her lips, teased beyond restraint.

Gently, Lanz pushed his foxhood into the awaiting lips of his wolf. Her tight, suckling cunny encompassed his loins perfectly, a slick warm tunnel awaiting his eager member. The wolf let off a low, enticed howl, gripping the bedsheets, bouncing her rump against the entering mast, wanting more.

Lanz shunted his loins into sweltering wolf pussy, planting his chest on the flat of K4's lower back. His arms tucked around her waist pleadingly, as with such devouring need, he gripped her with all the love and desire he could muster.

"My precious, beautiful wolf," he mumbled, beginning to rotate his hips into her juicy folds, instinctively hammering away into K4's drenched wolfhood.

All these things poured out of him. Desire, emotion, want. Were they always there? Was he always so bound to her in such a way? How could he never have noticed?

He couldn't even feel his compliance collar anymore. It was gone. Here in this moment, as he buckled helplessly into the whining, moaning wolfess, nothing existed but the pair. His hips thrashed against her fat, full ass, crude smacks echoing off the walls as he filled his bedroom with the desirous whimpers of K4.

KAREN was simply beside herself. She looked back in between thrusts, her head pushed into sheets, offering herself to her Caretaker. More, more, more, she kept thinking. The way he clung to her, so full of want and need. His hands roamed and clenched her abdomen, caressing, holding, every act they could muster.

"Rrrr! Lanz!"

LIN was content to watch the pair bounce away, "commune" as the Sisters called it, finally bind as one. Truthfully, she was as lusty for cock as she had ever been, but for now, the wolfess waited, blushing, digits roaming to own folds, greedily soaking in the sight of Lanz's foxhood tirelessly slam into KAREN's cunt.

"Oh GODS!"

Finally, a torrent of seed came bursting from Lanz. He could hold it no longer. His eyes clenched, his body tightened, and his hips humped helplessly into the moaning wolfess, deluging her puss with a steady stream of searing white.

His form trembling as he rammed every ounce of essence he could into the howling wolfess, feeling her own tunnel shudder with orgasm, soaking them both in a sticky mess. They remained that wait for a moment, a fever dream locked together, hazily melting away as hot breaths dripped from Lanz's maw.

He opened his eyes. His grip loosened ever so slightly. Shakily, he pulled his mast free from the dribbling cleft, foxhood drenched with their coming together.

"Oh, gods," he repeated. "KAREN. My KAREN."

Dizzily he left his position, climbing into bed. LIN had proceeded to make a wet mess of herself, though it did not bother Lanz. K4 embraced him, resting on pillow.

"You two left me out on all the fun," the blonde wolfess whined.

The dark furred wolf hugged the fox greedily. "He is my fox," she challenged.

"Sorry, LIN," Lanz said through the arms of K4. "I don't know you well. It didn't seem right. But, perhaps we can all get better acquainted in New Antares."

The blonde wolfess shook her head. "I'll take you up on that, foxy. 'Sides, I just wanted to help is all. Now you're a proper pair, aren't ya?"

Lanz nodded sleepily. He stared at his ceiling, letting warm afterglow settle over. He wanted to sleep here with KAREN forever.

But the words came back to him. New Antares.

Those thoughts. The collar. Freedom.

They did not say much for a while, and the vulpine felt his eyelids grow heavy. But before the haze of sleep took him, he mumbled out one last thing:

"Do you want to be free?"

-*-

In the following days, Lanz kept his coupling with K4 secret. It mattered little, as Facility Nineteen was quickly preparing for its excursion to New Antares, the Last City. Lanz had heard much about it. Some rumor, some myth. But it was technological utopia, a bastion of modernization and towering skyscrapers.

They would leave soon. He, K4, the Wolf Sisters, even the failed Tech-Division. And it was there, in New Antares, he hoped for answers.

He felt his collar loosen.