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He woke up in a familiar room. Nicodemus had spent countless hours panting, hissing and squeaking, his hips pounding into the female below him and others like her. Shifting his hand from her shoulder, he placed it on her face, pushing her down into the bed below him, sliding his cock from her and slapping it against her ass. The smell... it was an incredible mix of rich, thick desire and desperate lust. He knew this girl. A skunkmorph, a quivering body beneath him as he pushed her voluminous tail to the side, grinding his soaking wet erection through the cleft of her rump. "You want more?" he asked her, amusement dancing in his voice.

"Yes," she said airily, mouth open and sucking in air. "Please. I'm so close..."

"Convince me," he told her, moving both hands to her rump and spreading her. Her recently vacated sex was open, pouting, flushed with arousal. "I thought you didn't want me earlier."

"Please!" she cried, piteously. Nicodemus felt a tinge of pity and regret at the trembling girl below him, pushing her rump back to try and get him mounted up once more. "I want you! I want your cum, master--oh!"

"I saw how prepared you were when you came in here," he was saying. A finger was pressing into her rump, going in smoothly. "Did you do this?"

"N-no..."

"No?" The ratmorph pumped his finger into her tailhole, finding it flexing around his finger. "So why are you slick back here? You could have just sprayed the tech. You could be spraying me. Why aren't you?"

He heard the rattle, glancing upward at the handcuffs connected to a chain banging against the bars on the headboard. "I-I..."

"Why aren't you, Ella?" he pressed. That was her name. She writhed beneath him, pulling her wrists to move backward, only succeeding in grinding his still-hard and very wet shaft across her fur. He knew he was about to make a breakthrough.

"I wanted you!" cried Ella, almost sobbing. "I wanted you! I wanted to challenge you. I wanted to tease you; I wanted you to fail once, here, with me! I didn't care about the other bitches, I didn't care about the other studs, I just w--ah! Ah, oooh!"

He entered her again, a finger still lodged up her cute, tight bum. The finger came out, to be replaced by his slightly thicker thumb. "There is a reason why I've tamed so many," he said, the other hand drifting through her thick, lustrous tail. "It's because I'm good." There was no ego when he spoke. Ella wailed but submitted, and he picked up his motions until he felt her constrict and pulse on both thumb and erection. Slowing, Nicodemus rode her through them, then pulled out. The skunk shivered, and he knew that she would be wanting more, wanting his seed. "Don't move, Ella. I know what you want, and I will give it to you if you behave. That's how things work here. I'm going to take care of a better behaved subject, now, and you will watch." He left her there, satisfied but not while he walked to another part of the room well within Ella's hearing range.

There was another girl there, her scent starting to spike in anticipation. Nicodemus allowed himself to smile indulgently as he picked up her chin. "Now what shall I do with you, Tess?"

Nicodemus woke up then, his breathing rapid. He closed his eyes, concentrating his breathing and unclenching his fist in the sheets. It had been so vivid... When he was calm, he sat up, feeling the slickness. Dammit. When was the last time he had a wet dream? It was far back enough that he couldn't remember if the mess was more or less than anything he'd ever made before. Which ever it was, it certainly seemed like a lot. The ratmorph didn't put too much stock into dreams, but the fact that it was perverted memory that involved Tess... Screwing up his face, he balled up the covers and tossed them to be washed before wiping off the worst of it with a towel. He was still hard, and annoyingly so when he looked at the time. Making a face, he went to his dresser and pulled out some sweats. If he wanted to get any exercise in, he'd need to do it now.

Throwing on some clothes, he went to the nearby athletic field. He saw a figure there near the tunnel, and was unsurprised to find Leanne stretching. For some reason, though, he paused to admire her. Though she had a bit of a belly, she worked out and it showed. Her body was cut and defined in her arms and legs, especially with her short chestnut-colored fur. Shaking out her mane, she stretched upward, then started twisting her torso. She saw him then, blinking. "Morning."

"Good morning, Mi--, um, Leanne."

She snorted. "Always so formal?" He smirked, and they both stretched out, preparing for their run. The ratmorph did wonder why she seemed surprised to see him at this time. "Ready?" she asked, shaking herself some. They started out, doing a lap around the expansive athletic field. After a moment, she started speaking. "So," she began, "why did you want permission slips from the human students?"

"It, uh, has to do with morph physiology," he answered. "Humans are pretty vulnerable to some aspects of it, and if something happens, I don't want anything to happen to you guys."

"Are they in danger?"

"Yes and no." There was silence for a while as they crossed a patch of land bordering a forest. When they turned the corner again, Nicodemus saw the equimorph glancing down at him expectantly. He tried not to smile with pride as he thought up a suitable answer. "What I mean is that, uh, there uh, might be a loss of control, you see. Under the influence of us, in a way."

"So what about us?" she puffed as they rounded the last corner. "Once around the track?"

"Yeah." They came up to the practice track, stepping onto the surface from the grass. "What do you mean?"

"What's gonna happen to us at this class?"

"Nothing bad," he quickly assured her. "Really, the only thing that all of us, morphs and humans, need to worry about is somebody doing something rash. Nobody really stands the risk of being seriously hurt." He glanced at the track remaining, patting the big horse on the back. "C'mon, final stretch."

They picked up the pace and hoofed it the last length of track, coming to a stop as they crossed the finish line. Nicodemus bent over, grabbing his knees. "Good run," he said to her, but instead of her normally stoic nod, she clopped up to him and grabbed him in a big hug. Her scent was thicker with their recent exertion and he found himself reacting as the hug went on and her arousal blossomed. It didn't help that she had chosen to mash his muzzle into her breasts. He squirmed. "Leanne, you can let go now."

"Oh. Sorry." She did, and looked away, thoroughly embarrassed. "You, uh, wanna do a couple reps on the bench press?"

"Bench press? I... I better not," he said. That would just cause far too many problems, especially with his muzzle practically shoved between her legs. "There's only an hour left until 10 and I still have to prepare for the class."

"Right. See you." Without waving, she tromped through the grass and toward the tunnel. He followed after a moment, trying to keep from adjusting his pants overmuch.

Back in the safety of his room, Nicodemus immediately hopped into a cold shower, the water shocking the prurient thoughts that had gathered like a storm cloud. Even so, they didn't go away completely, so he had to rub one out. Going back to the dream, he called up Ella, the skunkmorph he had subdued in it. She was lovely, and tight, and it had been a long session. The techs had come in more than a few times to take her away, but one look and a hiss had them back off. It wasn't just to enjoy her body, though. She was sweet, but one way of breaking her was through exhaustion, and he spilled quite a lot of fluids in her. A part of that was the copious amount of anal sex that they had, taking complete advantage of her reluctance to spray, rubbing her face into a submissive mindset. He made sure to keep track of her after, and though she acted out much less, he knew that her spirit lived, and simply manifested in different ways. Outside of the system and the clearances he had, it was much harder to keep track of her.

Drawing on the dream had the effect of the last part of it intruding on his consciousness. And the more that he fought to keep his attention on Ella and that part of the dream, the more that Tess, naked, legs spread and arms raised over her head and shackled, became clearer. It didn't help that his body responded more to the possibility of Tess than the sordid memory of Ella. When he finally went over, it was to some kind of melding of the two, a dobie-skunk with Ella's fuller breasts and Tess' muzzle, a dog hand and a skunk hand wrapped around his shaft, his seed spilling over her face and neck. So much that he directed the spray downward, washing the excessive amount of spunk down the drain.

His cock was still erect, almost angry at him that he hadn't taken care of it properly. He started to go for two when the doorbell rang. "Just a minute!" he called out, shutting off the shower. The interruption had been enough for his shaft to get the point and go down. Drying himself off, the ratmorph heard the doorbell go off again. "I'll be right there!" he called again, tossing on a shirt and wrapping the towel around his waist. When he opened the door, he had to suppress a curse.

"Morning Mr. Nicodemus," Ruby said, smirking and waving to him. Behind her was Li-Mei, Clementine, and Evan, all with various sorts of smiles that got markedly more embarrassed when the realized that he was clad in a towel. Ruby's smile only got bigger. "Getting ready for the class?" she went on, her eyes glancing at the towel.

"Yes, what are you doing here?"

"We're ready for the class!" Clementine said brightly.

"So why do you have all of this luggage?" he pressed. Each student had an overnight bag.

"We're gonna be here all weekend, right?" Ruby said, the grin getting wider.

"And isn't it better for the environment if we stay, rather than have all of our parents and drivers drop us off and pick us up for tomorrow and school Monday?" pressed Clementine.

"Fair enough, but why are you here?" Nicodemus pressed. "I specifically told you that none of you could attend unless you h--"

Nicodemus barely got the words out when permission slips blossomed from their hands like mushrooms after a rain. Controlling his expression, he collected them and looked them over. Each sported Dr. Mullins' signature as well as the signature of all of their parents. They had him.

"One more thing," Ruby said, obviously the ringleader in this. "We want you to treat us exactly like you treat the morphs in this class."

"Excuse me?"

"You tried to separate us when you made us get these," she went on. She actually sounded a little hurt, and there were murmurs of agreement. "This is the only time that you've ever done that, and we don't think that's fair."

"One of the things that we like about you is that you treated morphs and humans equally," Li-Mei said, picking up the thread from Ruby. "No favoritism. You expected the same out of them as you did us, and we all responded. So what's so different about now that you had to separate us?"

"Isn't this just another class?" Evan said, looking up.

Frowning, Nicodemus sought a way to say this. "Well, no, it's not. It's... not quite another class because it's about morphs learning about their own bodies--"

"Anatomy, then," interrupted Clementine.

"You're not even getting any credit from this!" Nicodemus said, exasperated. "No extra credit, not even regular credit!"

"We like how you teach, Mr. Nicodemus," said Evan, holding his gaze steady on the ratmorph. There were nods of agreement, and Nicodemus sighed.

"Okay, alright, you win." He couldn't help but smile at them when they whooped and cheered. He had fostered them so much it was like they were children he'd never seen. Now he just had to deal with what he had created and fostered. "I think there are two rooms open on this floor. I can get you the keys in a second. Just let me get more dressed, alright?"

A few minutes later, Nicodemus had put on a shirt and some shorts, and sent them off to the remaining rooms, making sure to keep them separated by gender. He didn't bend on that, plus it wasn't like there was going to be a big squeeze with three people. He got down to the meeting hall slightly late. Everybody else was in there, some chatting, but there was an air of nervous excitement among them. Thankfully, they were all dressed as casually as he was, so he felt markedly less self-conscious about his wiry arms and legs on display.

"Okay, good morning everybody," he said as they shuffled around a bit. He had arranged the room so that the couches were faced in a semi-circle forward towards one wall, where he took his place. "Some of you are probably wondering why I've decided to call this little class, especially making mandatory in most cases. And the reason for that is this I'm given to understand that there is a lot of sexual tension in the class between you students, and what really needs to happen is to get this resolved." There were the expected giggles, which he ignored. "Moreover, it's come to my attention that at least one of you has gone into heat, which is a bit of a problem." Now he had their attention. "So, I thought I would demonstrate... well, what I mean is that we should talk about this and be open. Sex is a very natural thing to morphs and humans and all the animals that live in the wide world, so it's important?especially in times like these--that we remove the veil of ignorance about sexual relations. Moreover, being in heat can sometimes lead to bad decisions, so I hope to steer you towards better ones."

"Like what?" Tess spoke up, looking at the teacher. "What kind of decisions would you have had us make, hm?"

The class had gone silent. The tension was thick in the air. "Is there something that you'd like to say, Tess?"

"Yeah. I'm in heat, and I don't think you're male enough to do anything about it. Why else would you keep turning me down, huh?" She stuck out her chin. "I think it's because you're a little bitch."

Nicodemus narrowed his eyes at the dobiemorph. Maybe it was the dream he had last night, but where he otherwise might have tolerated that, such a direct shot was impossible to take. "Tess, come up here."

Tess stood, her hips rocking and arrogance in every line of her body as she crossed the small distance between them. The dobiemorph's tail wagged as well, and he knew she was spreading her heat scent, flashing her panties in the short skirt she wore. In the corner of his eyes, he saw the ripple across the rest of the students, but he was focusing on Tess and Tess alone. "Something you may not know about me, class, is a bit of my past. You see, before I was emancipated like most of you, I spent many years as a lab rat." Now he looked out at the rest of the students. "My job was to study cross-species breeding preferences and behaviors."

"So?" Tess said, looking bored.

"My point is that I know how to treat bitches like you," he said, grabbing and jerking so that she turned around. Right after, he buckled her knees with his leg, pushing her face into the ground "because I have done it many, many times." Her arm was twisted behind her back, and Nicodemus grinned very slightly as he heard her whimper.

"Y-you're hurting me!" she cried. Dimly, he heard notes of protest from the rest of the class. They went ignored.

"No, I am restraining you." He pushed her down to the floor, his leg on her own keeping her rear perked up. "Class, what you see before you was something known as a 'problem bitch' in my former line of work. A female like this would challenge manhood as open and as often as possible. Sometimes on all males or desired partners around her, sometimes simply on one male in particular. Whoever the target, her aim is to draw a response; whether or not she believed any male was 'male enough' was irrelevant." He hadn't looked away from the squirming canomorph, the one eye he could see open wide. Her scent was fear, mixed with her heat-induced arousal. It had been so very, very long since that blend entered his nostrils, and his erection demanded freedom.

"Mr. Nicodemus!"

The ratmorph's head snapped up, focusing on the distraught face of Dustin. The younger canomorph had risen from his seat and stood over Nicodemus. "Yes?" His voice was rough, the word quick, harsh.

To his credit, he didn't flinch. "Leave her alone! Don't you see that you're hurting her?"

The coarseness of the question helped Nicodemus force his instincts down. He closed his eyes, breathed slowly and suppressed the spike of desire Tess' proximity (and squirming) put in him. "Mister Dustin, I suggest that you take your seat. You should be aware that Tess is fine."

Predictably, confusion was plain on the canomorph's face. "But you're hurting her, holding her like that, and..." His voice faltered when Nicodemus opened his eyes.

"Let me explain," he said, still gathering himself, "by asking you a question, Mister Dustin. Can you identify the scent coming from her?"

Immediately, Dustin's ears splayed against his head. "Uh... uh, well... i-it kinda, um..."

"It smells raunchy. Like sex."

Nicodemus looked at the flushed but confident face of Ruby, who returned his glance levelly. He nodded. "Exactly. What you smell are the pheromones produced by her body." Peeking downward, he slapped the dobiemorph's rump, squeezing and drawing a low moan. "As you remember from class, the job of pheromones is to draw a social response. If Tess truly did not want my attentions in this way, her scent would not weigh so heavily in the air. And she would be fighting much more. Tess isn't one to go down quietly, now are you, Tess?"

She didn't bother to speak, just shook her head. She was trembling less now, seeming to resign to her fate but for her elevated pulse. Nicodemus pulled her rump backward against his hardened rod and she gasped.

"I-I don't understand," Dustin said.

"That's why you're here, though I doubt you would ever need to take up breeding and discipline as a profession. I had wanted to start this class gradually, but Tess couldn't control herself." The ratmorph looked up at his student's eyes. "I'm sorry you had to see this."

Deflated, Dustin scratched an ear and sat back down. "What are you planning to do with her?" asked Li-Mei, some trepidation in her voice.

Nicodemus heard the Doberman's breathing below him quicken. "I will help her find some relief." He pulled her up quickly, suppressing a shudder as her scent became that much more tangible. "Isn't that what you want?" He lowered his voice, growling softly, his free hand slipping around her body, flipping her skirt up, and digging into her panties. She was soaking wet.

There wasn't the same level of protest, but there was some reaction from the class that he didn't pay attention to, focusing on Tess' suddenly thrust out chest, another whimper-moan spilling from her muzzle. A hiss from Nicodemus, and her whimpers quieted. "Here," he said, pushing fingers into her sex with an audible squelch. Tess bit her lower lip, her body thrashing as she tried to hold back her noises. Nicodemus kept his gaze on her face as he showed her no mercy, the two thick fingers moving swiftly through her lower lips. Her free hand gripped at his side, digging her nails in as she was rocked through sensations the ratmorph suspected she had felt before. So he did more, grinding the heel of his hand against her clitoris. She threw her head back, her body pressed against him, mouth open in silent cries of pleasure.

She came, then. But he didn't let up, only slowed to let her ride through the climax before picking up his pace again. Tess only made small grunts and whines, gripping harder to the ratmorph's side. "Easy, girl," he muttered to her, unable to keep from panting himself. She was quite alluring, her body wracked with pleasure, spasming every now and then and harder when she was brought to another orgasm. Nicodemus didn't let her get used to any one motion, sometimes adding three fingers, sometimes riding her g-spot, sometimes simply pounding into her, all while keeping her restrained against him. Instead of an arm behind her back, he just wrapped one under her breasts, holding tightly.

"Was that an orgasm?" Dustin's voice jarred Nicodemus' focus enough that he re-realized he had his entire class there. Not all were looking directly, and no two expressions were exactly alike, though he could read that they were very, very interested in what he was doing.

"No," the ratmorph answered. "This is." He shifted into a sudden, bruising pace, Tess' cries sounding loud, her chest pushing outward, rocking down into his hand. Then she was gone, making another mess of her inner thighs, convulsing electrically. He lay off of her then, withdrawing his hand and slowly laying her limp, brown-and-black body. He didn't remember where her panties went.

"Oh," said Dustin.

Barely acknowledging Dustin with an ear flick, Nicodemus spent a few moments with his eyes closed and taking deep breaths. This sort of thing hadn't happened to him in... well, about as long as it had been since he'd been with another. He badly wanted to suck the juices from his sodden hand, but he wasn't sure how the students would react. He took a moment to look at Tess, taking a deep breath and ignoring his turgid shaft, thankfully hidden in his loose pants. "Somebody get her a pillow," he said aloud, half-turning to the room.

Nobody said anything for a while, then Dalila said "I'll go" and left.

Nicodemus took in another breath, letting it out slowly before facing the class. "While she goes to do that, I want to apologize to all of you. I lost a bit of control, there. Tess' heat... is going to make things very difficult because, well, outside of actually getting pregnant, something I can't do, she is going to need a lot of... attention."

"Are you planning on giving her that attention?" interrupted Ruby.

The older ratmorph frowned. That was Ruby, alright. "Ideally, I won't have to. Tess needs to be able to fulfill her own sexual desires. I can't do it for her."

"Why not?" Li-Mei this time. What was getting into this class?

"What if she doesn't know how to take care of herself?" Now Rebecca, right on the heels of Li-Mei. "What if we all, as morphs, won't know what to do in that situation?"

"Okay, well--"

"Why can't you show her?" Leanne, too? "Why can't you show us?"

"Now hold on, hold on!" cried Nicodemus, but they were in full swing.

"Don't you think you have a responsibility as a teacher to educate us on such an issue?" Clementine.

"Are we, as males, going to be subject to something similar?" Monty, now.

Dalila came back with a pillow, just as Evan--Evan!-- started to form a question. "Wh-what if--"

"ENOUGH!" The entire class froze. Nicodemus took another breath, but it wasn't calming. If anything, it only quickened his pulse. Tess' doing, it had to be. "Everybody, go to lunch. The dining hall is open on the weekends for morphs. Do not argue, just go!" His voice rose at the end, the students eventually slinking off.

Shuddering, he turned on the ventilation system, breathing deep of the clearing air. Tess hadn't moved, probably still tired or asleep or something with that grin on her face. He felt both satisfied and unfulfilled, so he left the room, stumbling to a railing. Slowly, he started to come down from all that pheromone-driven lust. And really, the breeze was pleasant, a nice day to be outside and alive. He considered moving the class to the field. There wasn't any sporting events that he knew of, and there would be less of a chance of him losing himself.

The hug took him by surprise. Petite breasts pressed against his back while the arms closed around him, a muzzle resting on his shoulder. Nicodemus stiffened, but didn't turn around. "Up and about, Tess?"

"Mmhm," she said, shifting and nuzzling into his neck. "I wanted to apologize for insulting you. And also thank you, for doing what you did."

"It's alright, Tess. Don't worry about it."

She made a sound, but didn't let go of him. The warmth of her body tingled through his own. "I've... never had a heat this strong before."

"There have been a few females that experience stronger heat cycles after losing their virginity." He didn't need to turn around to know that she was embarrassed. Her scent wafted around him like a memory. "Who did you lose yours to?"

"How do you know?"

"I did have my fingers inside you," the ratmorph remarked, before sighing. That was too harsh; the fact that his hand was still wet with Tess must be getting to him. "You don't have to answer that. Are you hungry?"

"Um. A little," she admitted, squeezing to him.

"Let me make you something to eat, then." He looked at her then, and saw her smile.

It was only a short walk down the hall to Nicodemus' apartment, and he directed her to sit at the table while preparing a couple of sandwiches (and washing his hands). His place was in an organized mess in the small apartment space, really two rooms total, three if you counted the kitchen. The kitchen took up space in one room, and the bathroom was just off the bedroom. "Shouldn't be too much different from your place," he said, "Though I don't think you guys use the kitchenettes much. Just push some of the papers to the side and clear a space." It didn't take too long for him to prepare the sandwiches; He even put a little flair on them, piercing an olive with a toothpick and putting that in the center of a half.

The ratmorph moved to the table, seeing that Tess had cleared a space next to her, instead of across from her. It made him hesitate before he placed one sandwich in front of her, clearing a space for himself. Predictably, she seemed a little put out, making him smile. "You know who you remind me of?"

"Who?" she asked, biting down on the BLT.

"At my job, before I was freed, there was this young girl. She had been assigned to my program fresh out of college. Seemed to take particular delight in watching us perform. Always, when she came around to see us in the pen, she wore this excited, eager expression. It was clear that she loved her job, loved working with morphs. And a little bit ago, you had that very same expression. It's cute."

Grinning a little bit, the dobiemorph smiled, looking down and away. What he didn't say was that very same girl, who was hot for morphs, had almost gotten him on the kill block. She had taken him offsite for another one of his jobs, and when he was done with the girl she had surprised him in bed. It was the start of an affair he tried to curtail, but the director found out. Nicodemus found his role marginalized, though the girl quickly left the facility. But then, it was not so bad; after all, he ended up teaching. He was starting to feel that slipping away from him as Tess looked up again. "You know who you remind me of?"

"Who?"

"The male I lost my virginity to."

"Oh, Tess, look, I told you that you didn't need to tell--"

She placed her hand over one of his, squeezing. "But I want to."

Her scent tickled his nose again, a combination of embarrassment and another dose of arousal. She looked down, clutching to his hand as she went on. "It was a couple years ago. We were young. We were in one of the facilities that were hold-outs, so me and... this morph boy were friends and wanted to stay together. You remember how the law started coming down on the holdouts, pushed by Miss Lords. Well, me and this boy didn't actually like Miss Lords then, because well... we thought that she was going to separate us. So we only had an idea of what was happening, because the techs kept telling us about how rough and cruel the world was in order to keep us there. So we stayed until they came for us. We knew it was coming, though, and the techs finally were gonna let us go but that last night, me and the ratmorph spent it together." Nicodemus closed his eyes. A projection of puppy love. "When he broke my hymen, he freaked out, and I did too. It hurt and there was so much blood. But when it stopped, he cleaned me up and stayed with me. It was morning before we finally mated, just before the other people came to take us away. They took us all to the same home, but he changed. He wanted to go back, while I wanted to see what the world had to offer. I actually took the scholarship to get away from him, because he started to resent me." Looking up at him then, the slender dobiemorph went on. "You're different, though. You keep showing us about how the world works, and you want us to discover more. It was so different from Ralph, and I really like that." Tess shifted and leaned forward. "I like that a lot." Her arms were framing her bust, pushing it up.

"Is that just your heat talking?" Nicodemus asked her, looking at her levelly.

"Are heat and arousal so different?" she returned.

"Tess. We can't sleep together. Nevermind the implications about my job, but if I sleep with you, then the other students are going to think that I'm favoring you. That could just destroy what we have in the classroom and affect my ability to teach. Do you really want that?"

The dobiemorph turned thoughtful, leaning back (though perhaps accidentally-on-purpose taking a deep breath). "So are you saying that if you bred me, you'd have to breed everybody?"

"What?" The thought was completely alien to the older ratmorph. It was probably being in Tess' presence that caused him to actually think about that for a moment before he shook his head. "No. No, we are not having this conversation."

"But--"

"Tess, go get everybody else, okay? And if you're still hungry, go get yourself something to eat. No buts, go." She left her half-eaten sandwich and went, but paused at the door. Before the dobiemorph could speak, he interrupted. "I'd prefer to keep teaching you, and I don't want to lose my job. Alright?" Tess nodded, and left. It was only after the door closed behind him that he considered the implications of the heating student going to get the rest of the class. The hallway was empty when he went to call her back, and if she heard his voice she didn't respond. Great. Now what?

An idea occurred to him, and he went to his bedroom, pulling a storage box from under the bed. It contained various elements of his past, and he figured... well, they're going to be at least talking about sex anyway; perhaps he could bring in a few things of what they should be prepared for. It was at this point that he found himself wishing he had a condom. Those kinds of things were actively discouraged when he was in the facility, and now that he was out, he'd never had cause to use one. And for that matter, he had to wonder where he might be able to find one; With the population problems and all, condoms were hard to find. Shrugging, he took the items and stuffed them into his pockets, leaving his apartment.