Afterlife
Afterlife
By Kendo Kawabata
Just something I came up with while I was bored. Hope you enjoy.
Death is only the beginning. The next stage in life. That inevitable end of one life and the start of another. But the end of a life was always a tragic end. It was just that sometimes no-one saw it that way.
It was another death, one just like a hundred or more before. Each time the victim was a male, or a female. Maybe a dragon. Maybe a rat. Maybe a lion. The victim was older. Or younger. Hard to decide which was the more tragic, having a young life snuffed out before it really ever began, or having an old life ended so quickly after so long.
The police officers had seen this scenario many times over with only a few differences to separate it from the other crimes. A body found in an alleyway, at the dead end. Behind a few trashcans. Sometimes behind a large cardboard box or remains of a washing machine. Death seemed to linger around the dying.
Perhaps a victim of a mugging. Or a drug deal gone bad. Or an attempted rape that the offender ended because the victim struggled too much. It had been raining for most of the afternoon. Most of the evidence had been washed away. And now it was starting up again. Seemed it rained every time a person died in that town.
Whatever the case, the result was there in front of them. A young boy lay dead in the alleyway, cut like a piece of Swiss cheese. Signs of a struggle. A struggle that ended badly.
I.D. had been found. A student. A name and age had been confirmed. An address too. His next of kin would be notified, most likely his parents. Tragic, in a sense. Having to inform a mother and father they would never see their son again.
The coroner finished his examination of the body. Determined the initial cause of death was a mixture of strangulation and blood loss. Judging by the amount of splatter on the walls, the victim had died violently.
The big black bag was brought out. An officer and the coroner slid the body into the dark recesses. The bag was adult sized, and rather big for such a body. But before the zipper was drawn up over the boys face, a car pulled up.
The officer in charge of the scene walked up to it. The car was black and nondescript, a four door vehicle that could have fit in anywhere, the kind you saw once and then forget about. A government vehicle no doubt.
The passenger door opened and a tall figure emerged. A wolf, a white wolf in a pristine black suite stepped out of the car, black reflective glasses perched on his white nose. He adjusted his tie once before pulling out a black umbrella. His fur was so white, everyone there could have sworn it was glowing.
The officers standing around immediately came to the conclusion that the new arrival was from a branch of the government. But the question they all asked without saying it, was which branch? Everyone knew the main branches. The FBI. The CIA. The DHS. But everyone knew there were more branches out there, ones that no-one knew about. People could suspect of course. And the officers there did suspect. They allowed their professional personas to falter as their imaginations brought up every scenario they could in the time it took for the wolf to open his umbrella and walk over to the scene.
The officer went to speak to him, but the wolf held up a wallet that flipped open briefly, then snapped back closed rather loudly. Without a word the wolf walked past the officer and stepped up to the crime scene tape.
The wolf didn't speak to anyone as he gazed over the scene, taking in the minute details. He stepped over the yellow tape separating him from the crime scene and waved the coroner away. The wolf bent over and unzipped the bag slowly as he gazed down at the body of the boy. He studied the face for a moment, his own face as blank as the one he gazed on.
After a few minutes the wolf stood up and pulled a card from the breast of his pocket. He handed it to the coroner and said only one thing.
"The body goes to this address." The tone of voice he used made the coroner believe that he had to obey. He glanced down at the address on the card, but he didn't recognize it. When he looked back up, the wolf was already back at his car and folding his umbrella.
Little differences each time something happened like routine.
"The body brought in is a male flamedramon. Approximate age is 16" said the voice in the lab as the owner strode around the table in the center of the room, the body laying spread out under the intense halogen light. Cleaned up and naked, the boys body looked strangely tranquil.
"Died of blood loss due to several stab wounds across his torso and on the side of his neck" the figure said as he held the tape recorder to his mouth, his hand tracing over the cleaned wounds. "Stab wounds appear to have been in rapid succession, as if the attacker was furious at the victim."
"Approximately 5'3, 110 pounds. Eyes are red, common in this species" he said as he opened an eyelid slowly. The eye was blank and looked up at nothing. "Signs of a late development in adolescence" he continued as he spoke.
"Signs of definition in his body, particularly around his abdominal muscles. And his arms and legs. Pectorals are still flat and underdeveloped. Possibly an athlete at school. Judging by his leg muscles, possibly a runner" he said.
His hand traveled down the boys firm stomach, outlining the defined abs softly, his fingers grazing over the grooves with a feather touch. His fingers lingered around his navel for a moment before traveling to his exposed genitals.
"Genitals are underdeveloped as well. Possibly staying average length, unless he develops a late blooming growth spurt" he said, a soft murr in his voice as his gloved hand stroked the length slightly before he let go.
"The boy will do for the program. Damage to his body is easily repaired. His brain is in excellent condition, and is easily repairable. I have no doubt the experiment will be a success" he said with a nod as he continued to speak. "His parents have been notified that his body is going to organ transplanting, and his remains will be cremated. There will be no arguments from them" he added as he turned the recorder off and slipped it into his pocket.
"Subject Six?" he called out as he turned to a nearby console. With a press of his gloved finger the screen came to life, showing full body external and internal of the body on the table.
"Yes sir?" came a voice behind him as someone came into view. The light from overhead illuminated a black dragon with shining scales that reflected the light. The figure was intimidating, but the one in the lab coat felt no fear.
He was tall, and broad shoulders that were rounded from the muscles underneath. His torso rounded down to a thin waist, his pectorals large and solid with a thick defined eight pack. His hips were well rounded and bulged down into large muscled legs that looked as strong as they were. A long and spiked tail waved behind him, a white loincloth covered the big round bubble rear end under his tail and the gap between his legs.
Two large horns adorned his head and small spikes ran across the sides of his arms and down his spine in single file. His body was covered in glinting gold. There were six golden studs in each of his bat-like ears, and a golden band on each of his horns. His pointed nose ridge was studded in two straight lines, and a thick golden ring hung on the side of his bottom lip. Two large hoops hung from his dark coloured nipples, and a large golden stud lay implanted in his navel.
But under the light, more was revealed as his scales weren't actually there. They were instead a patterned latex, stretched skin tight over his body. There wasn't a single wrinkle or crease to be seen. His spikes were hardened rubber, hard but not lethal. Yet the claws on his hands and large feet were made of black metal, sharp enough for him to defend himself with. His eyes were a clear white, small flashes able to be seen that danced over the clear orbs.
"Ah, Six. This is our new experiment we'll be doing today" the dragon was told by the one in the lab coat. "I want you to oversee the process and make sure it goes smooth. When it's done, he's all yours" he said as he put his hand in his pocket and used the other to tap another console. A series of procedures and diagrams began to fly past as the programs booted up.
"Yes sir. It would be my pleasure to oversee this experiment" said Six with an obedient nod. His voice was void of emotion, like an announcement speaker. His face was rather expressionless as well as he moved to the console that was vacated. He extended his hand over the console and the tip of his index finger split open to reveal a usb plug at the end. He pushed it into the port and his eyes glowed briefly as the information was downloaded.
"Good. I shall return in the morning" the one in the labcoat said as he walked past Six, a gloved hand squeezing his muscled shoulder gently. Six nodded loyally as he started up the program to being the experiment.
The body on the table shook slightly as the table vibrated, hidden motors at work as the sides of the table began to splinter open. The table started to section out as several long and thin arms emerged, three on each side of the body. Each long thin arm had four long thin finger like implements on the ends, each one a different surgical tool. The arms were long enough that they could reach any part of the body from their positions.
"Start up sequence engaged" Six said to no-one in particular as he remove his finger from the port. He moved over to another console, this one showing the body's internal and external scans. A full body scan showed on the right and a series of smaller internal scans rotated on the left.
"Begin Phase one. Preparation" Six said as pushed his usb finger into the port and his eyes lit up again. The arms on the table began to shudder as a set of large holes appeared around the body and the arms began to move. A bright red light appeared overhead and the body was covered in a criss cross of thin red lines.
The arms bent over the body and the fingers adjusted to show the sharp surgical blades on the ends. One by one they began to slice into the body, soft wet streams of blood beginning to glide down the body.
The knifes cut slowly into the soft blue skin, slicing row after row as if thy were carving the skin into smaller segments. The blades crisscrossed with efficiency as the blood continued to flow out of the now useless veins.
Slowly, they covered the entire body. His arms, legs, even his face was carefully sliced, the blades starting to gleam with the dark red liquid as it pooled onto the table and into the holes. The knives continued until the entirety of the body was left with bright red lines criss crossing over the skin, but the light had already been turned off.
The arms then straightened up as the fingers adjusted themselves and bent back over, this time the prong like implements began to peel away the cut skin. Like removing the skin from an orange.
Slowly, the bloodied muscles began to be revealed as the skin was peeled away. The skin fell in strips onto the table underneath. The dead skin piled up slowly along the edges of the body.
The boys face was carefully removed, revealing wide dead staring eyes and an open mouth that fell open even more without cheeks to hold it up. The entire scene was gruesome in a way, but the instruments were very efficient.
Once the skin had been peeled off and lay in strips under the body, the arms straightened back up. The soft whirring sounds stopped as Six monitored the progress carefully.
"Begin phase 2. Extraction" said Six as he watched the progress on the right side of the screen, the rotating model now showing the musculatory body on the table. A series of data flashes appeared over the screen, and over his eyes.
The arms sunk back into the table for a moment before they re-appeared again, this time with new implements on their fingers. The multitude of tools on the fingers seemed to gleam in the bright fluorescent lighting from overhead. They bent back over the table and began phase two.
They pried the eyes from the sockets carefully as the tongue was removed as well. The chest was cut down the middle from throat to navel by a large circular saw. The ribs were pulled open with a loud rusty sounding crack, exposing his innards.
One by one his innards were removed. His heart was removed first, followed by his lungs. His stomach and kidneys and liver followed, each one placed in a container on the side of the table. His intestines were pulled out inch by inch, lifted up out of the body and into a separate container.
His fingers and toes were carefully spread apart and held in place. One by one his claws were removed and disposed of, only bloddied nubs remaining.
Once his internal organs were removed, the fingers rotated till they exposed the large syringe on each hand and the very large needles were implanted against the muscles. A whirring sound was heard as the blood and bodily fluids were removed from the dead veins.
This part took a bit longer as the blood was clotting in the remaining muscles and the few organs left behind. Once every drop was taken, the syringes extracted and the arms were slid back into the table.
"Begin phase 3. Assimilation" said Six as the arms reappeared again. His scans showed him that the process was going ahead on schedule. The containers holding the organs slid back under the table and a whirring sound was heard as the containers were removed and new ones appeared in their places. The new containers slid out around the tables, this time they contained something new.
The arms bent over and began to place the new items into the open corpse on by one. This was the more delicate task. Each piece needed to go in precisely, and it could cause a lot of problems if they didn't.
Six watched closely, a thousand scenarios running across his vision as he watched the display, seeing where each piece was to go. He downloaded the schematics to place each piece in and the process began.
The first thing to go in was the new heart system, or the power core. A fusion powered device that could keep the body going for years at a time, shaped like a heart, was held in the center of the chest as a new casing was built around it.
An arm delved its fingers into the mouth and sent a probe up through the roof of the mouth and the throat and connected several wires throughout the brain. The wires were then pulled down the throat and connected to the new heart system.
A pair of bionicle eyes, a solid rose red colour, were inserted into the sockets, the probe connecting them to the wiring. A thick latex tongue, easily several inches longer then the real one, and easily retractable, was inserted in the mouth and connected as well.
Around the heart came the central computer, the hard drives and core processing sectors. A new venting system to replace the lungs was inserted around the processors to help keep them from overheating. The wires were connected one by one and then connected to the body's vein and neural networks.
Six watched closely as the programs were run. He felt the programs in the pieces already reaching out for a source to control them. But he ignored them for now as he continued to monitor the process. The new source would be applied later.
The stomach was replaced by a processing system akin to a stomach. But the real function was not to eat food, but if in times needed for repair work on the inside, the stomach would instead process raw materials. The stomach was lined with several billion nanomachines that would break down the materials and disperse them through the system to the areas that needed repair work.
The process took several hours but Six didn't feel it as he monitored the process. He was able to stand for infinite amounts of time at a time without feeling the effects like a normal person would. Besides, he felt that he could stand there for days if need be. This experiement was quite important to him, and he did not wish to see it ruined due to incompetence.
Once the systems were put into place, the body was closed up. The arms closed the ribs and held them together as a series of staples were planted to hold the bone work together. Then the muscles were sewn together from navel to neck. Once the body had been closed up, the arms moved again.
The wounds caused by the attacks were then closed up. A set of disintegrating stitches were used to stitch the wounds closed. The stitching was done carefully as the wounds were one by one closed. Once activated, the nanomachines would accelerate the healing process to heal them closed properly.
"Begin Phase 4 : Sterilization" said Six as he continued to monitor the process. He allowed himself a small smile as he overlooked the process. It was going well. Not only would his master be pleased with the results, but so would he as well once the experiment was finished.
A set of sprays erupted above the table and began to rain down on the body. The liquid didn't hit beyond the table and soon the body was covered in the transparent liquid. The sprays however continued.
Then the body fat began to melt. The clumps that hung to the body melted like butter and began to drain down the grooves in the muscles. The drains began to noisily drain away. Then the skin still on the table began to bubble like it was a cooking pot. It bubbled and began to melt like ice cream and started to drain away.
The spray continued to melt the rest of the body fat and the skin, leaving the muscles clean until the only thing the table could sense going down the drain was the sterilization fluid. The spray stopped, the liquid cut off almost instantly. There were no drips.
The light above intensified as it turned orange. The table lit up as well, turning orange as the heat rose and the body dried slowly. The liquid evaporated as the muscles were dried out.
"Begin Phase 5 : External Covering" said Six as he downloaded the programs. The lights died down as the arms returned and hovered over the body. A hole opened in their 'palms' and a thick blue spray erupted gently out and began to coat the muscles.
The body was covered slowly from head to toe as the liquid clung to the body like glue. The spraying continued until the top of the body was covered in the bright blue rubbery latex. The latex dripped down the body onto the table for a moment as the spraying stopped. It didn't take long for the heated air to make the rubbery coating harden over the top.
The arms then slid under the body and turned it over slowly, laying it face down as the spraying resumed to cover the back and the tail. The spraying stopped when the back was coated, and when it dried out the body was turned back over.
The body looked smooth, but rough at the same time, like a candle fresh from a mould. The body was flat and lifeless, with no definition or personality on it. Six placed the programs on pause as he stepped away from the console.
The towering black dragon stepped up to the table and placed his hands on the edge. He leant over slowly and gazed down at the empty face. He looked at the blank slate for several moments before he brought his large hand up.
A thick figner gently touched the soft cheek on the empty face. Six gently stroked his finger, very gently, down the side of the face. His finger left no indent against the fake skin as he removed his finger from the side.
"I am almost done" he said softly to the empty body. "Please wait for me" he said, his voice betraying his emotions for a moment as he stood back up. He turned back to the console and placed his finger back into the port and resumed the process.
"Begin Phase 6 : Detailing" said Six as he watched the progress. There was only this phase and the last phase left. The last phase would take the longest. His eyes glowed as he initiated the program and the arms retracted, coming back out with the appropriate hands.
Slowly, the hands began to sculpt the latex on the body. The hands smoothed it down and pushed it even against the muscles, helping to define the flat lifeless new skin. Slowly, the latex began to give with definition as the hands worked their seeming magic.
Six watched the progress on the monitor in front of him as statistics ran across his eyes. The muscles on the arms and legs became more prominent and smoothed out. His hands and feet were carefully molded and the fingers separated. The face was molded carefully, new lips and nose and eyes and ears carefully constructed.
After a few hours of careful work, the last part of the process was extra colouring. A thin layer of latex was sprayed above and below the body, adding the definitive white bodily areas that gave him the flamedramon look. New claws were inserted, made of white metal, into the fingers and large broad toes.
Six looked over the schematics of the body now that the final phase had been finished. The digimon that lay on the table was a perfect replica of the one who had laid there hours ago. Exactly the same shape and size and every detail was identical. The only thing that was noticeable was that his genitals were now internalized.
"Begin Phase 7 : Reconstruction and revival" said Six as he let the programs download. Once his eyes had stopped glowing he removed his finger. The finger sealed itself back up as he turned and looked down upon the flamedramon.
His eyes scanned the body and he saw the diagnostics of the body's internal hardware and processing units come along slowly, the rebirthing programs starting to boot up program by program.
He looked down at the body as it started to twitch. A finger twitched slightly, and a toe moves. A muscle on his abs twitched and his mouth seemed to smirk briefly. Six knew that he was not ready to wake up. The bodies nervous system was rebooting itself to work with the new systems installed. And it would twitch for a few hours while the brain was restored.
And the muscles would be reworked. The twitching would help redesign them, make them stronger. The nanites would work at reconstructing the muscles to make them harder to wear out, and the bones would be harder to break and much sturdier.
The flamedramon may have looked almost identical to the way he used to be, but when the last phase of the experiment finished, he would be a brand new male.
"I will be waiting for you when you wake up" said Six as he watched the body twitch gently as he looked down at him. His eyes glowed as he scanned the body a few times. An estimate displayed itself, showing him it would take approximately six hours to finish.
Six removed himself from beside the table and headed to his quarters. He could connect himself to the internet and find something to pass the time as he waited for the boy to wake up. He would wait however long it took.
"Systems powering up. Rebirth programs commencing. Systems running at 50% efficiency. It is time to wake up now, Subject 7."
He gasped. The sudden hard intake of breath echoed around the laboratory as he heaved heavily. He arched his back as he inhaled as hard as he could, his special lung system to keep his processors cool clicked into motion as he gasped and panted. It took several minutes for his systems to calm down.
He felt his body calm down enough as he felt pins and needles all over his body start to leave him as he opened his eyes for the first time.
His eyes may have been a rose red colour, but he could see clearly. He saw the above lights looking down on him and his eyes adjusted to the bright lights. Slowly, Seven sat up on the table as his systems recognized the laboratory around him.
He felt calm as his systems ran data across his eyes, showing him the statistics as his programs booted up for the first time. He found himself eager to be fully operational for the first time.
Seven gazed down at his hands as he flexed them slowly. Scans appeared before his vision, telling him his fingers were working in optimal order and all of his sensors were online. He would be able to touch and feel like any normal person would.
He felt calm and rather content as he slowly stood up off the table and tested out his legs. They felt sturdy enough and managed to support him without making him wobble. A scan told him that he would be able to run 40% faster then the average person.
Seven gazed around, his eyes changing to a better view for him to see into the darker parts of the lab. A mirror was highlighted on his scanner, indicating he had a 0% image of his current look. Intrigued, he began to walk.
With his eyes glowing a soft red as he navigated through the rows of equipment and tanks to make his way to the mirror. His eyes highlighted a convenient path to him that would be the fastest way.
He saw his reflection come into view as he felt a rush of surprise through his systems. A picture appeared in his vision, showing him the bodys previous look before he was rebooted.
He was different. He was several inches taller then he used to be. And slender. Very slender. Every muscle on his body was defined, like he had been sculpted out of marble. But everything was slender, like you would find on a swimmers body. But better. Everything was proportional.
He twisted to the side and saw his rear was sticking way out. It had almost doubled in size and stuck out under his tail like two large melons. He looked down at them, running his hands slowly over a globe each, feeling just how tight but jiggly they were.
He looked back over himself, seeing a light shine to his body. A scan of his skin revealed that it was self sheening, adding a base protection from natural elements and sun rays. It was reassuring in a way.
He looked up back to his face in the reflection and looked into his own rose red eyes. A message appeared in his vision.
"Systems running at 100% capacity. Program 'Rebirth', 75% completed. Activating Memory Recovery program. Downloading commencing."
Subject 7 began to scream.
"Ok guys, see you later" he called out as he waved to his friends on the bus, having stepped off just a moment ago. He waved to the guys through the windows as he adjusted his backpack before walking away from the stop. The bus closed it doors and began to drive away.
The sun was already covered by now. Rain was coming, although hopefully it was a few hours away. He glanced at his watch as he realized he had enough time to run to the library before it closed. He had that essay to finish before tomorrow.
Is that...is that me?
He walked down the sidewalk past the other people walking in either the same direction or the opposite way. He picked up the pace, his new sneakers managing to work well on the rough pavement. He was glad his parents had bought them. His old ones were way too worn by now.
A burst of thunder overhead signaled the oncoming storm. He adjusted his backpack as he hurried along as fast as his feet would take him. The library was a few blocks away and he didn't want to get caught in the rain.
He hurried, passing by the people on the sidewalk as he jogged, his backpack thudding against his back as he passed the shops and stores.
That....that is me....I remember this....
He slowed down at the cross walk, panting slightly as he leant against the pole, his finger punching the button repeatedly. But the damn light was taking too long. Cars were speeding past, as if sensing that the light would change at any moment. They raced past, almost blurs of speed as they ignored the rules of the road to arrive at their destination just 5 seconds earlier.
Finally, the light glowed yellow, but the cars didn't stop at first, continuing to race past. He thought they would do that even if he was on the walkway. A few cars began to slow, the ones behind honking their horns angrily as the light turned red.
Thankful he ran across the road, the commuters honking their horns like crazy at him till he reached the other side. One car refused to wait an extra ten seconds and fired straight past him, almost clipping him on the side.
"JERK" He shouted at the retreating car with a wave of his fist before he sighed slightly and dug his hands into his pocket. "Stupid idiots" he thought to himself as he pulled out his headphones and inserted them into his ears and listened to the music as he jogged onwards.
I...I liked that music....
The thunder overhead clashed again, and he thought he saw a bolt of lightning in the distance. He sighed and rolled his eyes a bit as he wondered if there was a quicker way.
No...
He jogged past a couple of stores and checked his watch. The library was still open for another hour or so, but he needed that hour to get his books. He couldn't go the normal way.
It would take too long.
He had to cut through somewhere.
He passed an alleyway that looked like it was a quicker route. He stopped at the entrance for a moment and looked into the dark recess for a moment. A thick plop of rain fell onto his forehead and he made up his mind as he hurried in.
No....something...something happens in there...
It began to rain, only lightly, but it was enough to make him bundle his arms into his jumper and hurry through the alley. He figured it would take a while to get through, and it was pretty well covered overhead. He could hear more of the rain then he could feel it.
His footsteps thudded through several puddles that were quickly forming from the drips off the gutters. His music continued to play in his ears as he hurried along.
Another glance at his watch told him he was doing alright, there was still almost an hour left. This alley seemed to be cutting a good bit out of his ...
"Oh crap" he said loudly as he turned the corner and saw the high rising flat brick wall that blocked his path. He stopped walked and gazed up at it in surprise and disappointment at his dumb luck.
He got irritated as he looked left and right, but only saw some cardboard boxes and an overflowing trashcan. There was no way forward.
"Great. Now I have to backtrack" he said with a sigh as he turned around.
A very tall horse in a tattered coat was blocking his way.
No....
For a moment, he looked up in surprise at the black mottled horse before a heavy hand shoved him backwards. With a cry he found himself shoved against the wall as his backpack crunched against his back.
"Mmm, pretty boy" the horse said with a nicker as he opened his coat. The boy looked up in horror as he saw the horse was very thin, but he had a foot long soft and very thick cock swaying between his legs. "Bet the pretty boy wants some fun" the horse said with an evil grin on his face.
"Get away from me" the boy shouted as he saw the huge cock start to rise up. He scrambled to the side as quickly as he could, but a heavy hand collided with his stomach and he oomphed loudly as he bent over. He felt the air leave his lungs as he heaved.
"Oh yeah. Struggle" the horse said as he grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and grabbed the backpack. The boy struggled as he felt the backpack get shoved down and the straps hooked against his elbows. "Struggle pretty boy. It just makes me hotter for you pretty boy."
"No..no please no" the boy cried out as his arms were shoved behind him. He looked up in fear as the horse held him with one hand and fondled himself with the other. He felt himself start to cry, fear flooding through him as he felt helpless.
"Mmm. Pretty boy all dressed up. Looking for some action pretty boy ain't cha?" the horse nickered as his arousal grew. With a grin he hooked his hand under the boys neck and pushed him against the wall. The boy whimpered as he felt a long slimy tongue start to lick his face.
"No..get away from me you fucking bastard" the boy shouted as he smelt the horrible breath of the horse waft over his nose. He could feel the saliva stick to his face as the horse licked him lie a lollipop. He felt like he was going to be sick.
No...no please...not again....
"Mmm, pretty boy taste good" the horse grinned as he pushed his cock against the boys stomach. His length had sprouted to over a foot long and the flared head was drooling a constant stream over the boys shirt as he began to hump him.
"You sick fuck....someone...someone hel...." The boy tried to scream before the long slimy tongue was forced into his mouth He gagged from the horrible taste of the horses mouth, but he began to cry as he felt that horse cock slide under his shirt and rub against his stomach. When the horse pushed his hips against the boys, the huge cock ran from his crotch and over his stomach.
The horse moaned in pleasure as he pinned the boy between himself and the wall. He could smell the boy in his nose, the smell of innocence, soap and sweat. And it made him harder as he humped his hips forward, driving his thick fat cock over the boys tight stomach.
No...someone...someone help me....
The boy cried as tears ran down his cheeks as he tried hard to breath. The stallions tongue easily overpowered his own as it was forced into his throat. He gagged and struggled even to breath through his nose. He felt like he was being choked from the inside.
The horse nickered and grunted as he wedged himself between the boys legs, the legs of the boy inadvertently wrapping around the horses legs. The boy cried out in pain as his arms were wedged harder behind him as his backpack was crushed. He cried out in the pain, but it was muffled from the thick tongue.
On no...no...no no no no
The boy cried as tears ran down his cheeks as he felt the heat from the cock run up past his stomach and against his chest. The slimy pre heated up his stomach as it helped lube his skin up. The horse grunted and nickered as his heavy balls swung back and forth, his tail flicking rapidly through his torn coat.
The boy cried and whimpered, struggling to breath as he horse bucked against him. The horses hands ran all over him, the rough and dirty skin making the boy want to throw up to feel those horrible hands on him. But all his struggles seemed to make the horse enjoy it more as the equine grunted and snorted in pleasure.
The horse began to grunt harder and faster as he hammered his hips against the boy, his cock throbbing and pulsing as the veins bulged out. The horse was getting closer as he grunted, his tongue swirling around in the boys mouth.
Someone...why...why don't they help...
The boy cringed as he cried, the feeling of constant helplessness overflowing him as he struggled weakly. His arms were aching hard and he felt pain in his back from where his backpack was crunched up against his lower back. He could feel the circulation in his legs start to cut out as they began to grow numb.
The horse shoved himself against the boy and nickered loudly into the boys throat as his fat cock throbbed like mad. The boy screamed in fear as he felt the huge spray of hot vile cum coat over his chest and stomach like glue.
It surged over his stomach and chest, the liquid heat seeming ot seep into his bare skin. He cried and tried to scream in revulsion, but the horse seemed to like it as he laughed through his orgasm amongst his nickers of pleasure.
The horse humped a few times more, his cock sliding over his own puddle of cum under the boys shirt as he moaned in pleasure. His cock didn't soften much as he slowly humped again, starting to grind against the boy as he continued to slurp his mouth.
Oh god....
The boy felt like he was going to throw up, the nauseous feeling threatening to tip his stomach over constantly. The tongue slurped his gag reflex over and over, making him gag. He had to get the tongue out of his mouth. He felt he was starting to black out, and there was no way to know what this rapist was going to do to him if he did.
He did the only thing that sprang to mind He had to do something, and this was the only thing he could think of. He pulled his tongue back as best he could and slammed his jaw shut. He tasted blood.
The horse screamed as he felt the pain in his tongue as he tried to pull back. But the sharp teeth stayed pinned in the organ as the stallion struggled and growled into the boys mouth. The hands on him began to flail a bit as the horse screamed, blood dripping from both their mouths.
Please...please don't hurt me....
A fist connected with the boys face, his vision erupting in stars and he reflexively let go of the tongue in his mouth as he was dropped to the ground. The horse wrapped his hands around his mouth as blood dripped through his fingers as the boy coughed and heaved from the intake of air into his mouth as he rubbed his throat.
The boy spat on the ground several times, the horrible taste of vile saliva and stank blood coated the inside of his mouth and his throat. He worked his arms out of his backpacks straps and heaved, his hands holding his throat.
The horse glared down at the boy as he pulled his hands away from his mouth. Blood dribbled out of the corners as he watched the boy cough and hurl onto the ground from the sour taste in his mouth.
"Pretty boy, you been bad" the horse said as he spat onto the ground. The boy looked up as he gulped a bit, fear flooding through him as he saw the look on the horses face. "Pretty boy did something bad. He needs to be punished."
"No...no no please..." the boy whimpered as he saw the horse pull out a long solid blade from his pocket. It gleamed in the light as he brought it up to his mouth and dragged his injured tongue over his blade. A long bloodied string of saliva connected his mouth to the blade for a few moments before it broke.
"Oh no...no....no get away from me" the boy screamed at him as he scrambled up against the wall, his backpack forgotten as he whimpered in fear as the horse walked forward slowly. "Please....get away from me" the boy screamed as the horse got closer.
"Please...please someone ...someone help..." he screamed as he was back against the wall. He screamed for anyone to hear him, but his echoing screams were lost amongst the high rooftops and the rain.
Please...please help me....
"Pretty boy... you need to be punished. Bad pretty boy" the horse snarled as he lunged forward. The boy tried to move, but the horse was too fast for him. The hand re-wrapped around his throat and crushed against his windpipe as he was slammed against his back against the wall once more.
No...no please... you cant...
"Pretty boy die now" the horse said as he rammed the blade into the boys stomach. Blood sprayed against the way as the boy contorted from the horrible rush of pain as he screamed in a gurgle as he felt bile and blood rise in his stomach.
But the horse didn't stop. He pulled the knife free and stabbed again. The boy screamed from the second impact as his vision began to blur. His lungs were beginning to burn.
No...no...STOP IT....
The blade gleamed with blood as the horse began to laugh. The laughter rang in the boys ears as his hearing began to die out, his vision swimming in a bloodened haze. His legs began to grow heavy as his lungs burned without air.
STOP IT...STOP IT....
The knife rammed in and out over and over again, the boys stomach drowning in blood as it ran in rivers down his jeans. Blood blossomed over the wall as it sprayed like a fountain over the red bricks. The boy cried as his vision began to die, the red fading to black as he felt his lungs no longer draw in breath. His arms and legs went limp, the only movement they made was from the impact of the blade.
STOP IT...PLEASE....
The horse laughed, the boys body going limp as his blood filled gurgles died down. The horse pulled the blade out once more as he dropped the boy on the ground. With a wet thud he landed on his side, blood blossoming onto the ground like spilt milk. With a snicker the horse drove the blade into the side of the boys neck, one final spray of crimson blossoming into the air.
Why...why did I have to die....
"Pretty boy...poor little pretty boy" the horse nickered as he licked at his blade slowly like it was ice cream. The taste of the blood seemed to turn the horse on again as his lengthy cock began to harden once more. He knelt down as he stroked the cooling cheek with a thick finger almost tenderly. "Pretty boy still pretty" he nickered with a laugh.
Why...why me...
Seven....
I don't want to die...why did I have to die...
Seven...
I'm dead...I'm dead...how could I be dead....
SEVEN!
The floor was colder then it looked. But it felt comforting against his body. He realized he was lying on his side on the floor in front of the mirror. The rush of memories had made him collapse and he found his body shivering. From cold? From fright? He wasn't sure. And something was stroking his side.
"Seven, you are alright now" the figure said gently as Seven slowly opened his eyes. A message across his eyes flashed briefly as he blinked a few times.
"Memory download completed. Program 'Rebirth' 100% completed. Core systems normalized. Tutorials on body operation systems are now available for future reading."
"What...what happened to me?" Seven asked softly. He blinked, finding no tears in his eyes as he felt the hand stroke his shoulder now. The hand had claws that gently gripped into him.
"Seven, I regret to inform you that you died at 16:32 pm two days ago" the voice said in a comforting tone. Seven didn't move as he heard what he said. "What you just saw was the last data of information you contained before you passed away."
"Data?" Seven asked as he felt the hand slide down his arm softly. He turned his head a little and saw a large black hand with steel claws reach his own blue hand and squeeze it in a tender grip. "What...happened to me?" he asked softly. "Who are you?"
"My name is Subject Six" said the dragon as he held the boy's hand gently. "I am the sixth result of the Afterlife Program, created by my master and creator, Dr Nought" said Six.
"The...the Afterlife Program?" Seven asked as he continued to lie there. He had a feeling that the dragon was content to let him lie there for as long as he needed. He didn't feel like moving just yet. There was an overload of information being given to him. He was dead, and now he was back?
"Yes. You were found at 17:56 pm of the day you died" said Six. "You were retrieved, at my request, and Dr Nought assessed you. He allowed me to convert you and the process finished 4.3 hours ago" he said calmly.
Seven felt conflicted. Here he was being told that he had died, and had somehow been...converted? The information should have freaked him out, but strangely, he felt calm about it. A little worried maybe, but mostly calm.
"But..but what about my parents? My friends? They...they all think I'm dead" said Seven as he slowly began to sit up. He felt Six place his large hands on him and slowly help him to sit up. He looked into the dragons face for the first time.
The pierced black dragon looked somewhat intimidating, but his face had a very kind look on it. Seven felt his eyes scanned him. A profile and dossier appeared in his vision for a moment, including the file address.
"Your parents held the service at 9:15 am this morning. Your body was converted, and what was no used was donated to the organ donation program. What remains of you were left, had been liquefied, dried out and then cremated" said Six calmly as he put his large muscled arm around Seven and pulled him close to his naked upper torso.
"I...really am dead?" Seven asked as he felt the warmth through his skins detectors. The warmth he sensed made him feel comforted as he felt himself hug back against the black dragon. "But...I did die. I saw it again. It was trued. I remember it" he said softly as he felt the dragons hard pecs against his head like a pillow. "But..how can I be back? Am...am I a robot or something now?" he asked.
"Yes" said Six softly as he brought his hand up and gently stroked the back of Sevens head with his claws. "The conversion process has made you 45% synthetic and 55% organic. Currently, there are 5.3 billion nanomachines in your systems. Over time the nanomachines will continue to repair and covert your body until a full synthetic conversion has been made" Six explained.
"Im...I'm still me?" Seven asked as he felt content to let Six stroke his head. It was very comforting. He did not want the big dragon to stop.
"Yes. All of your memories and personality have been downloaded from your brains system and repaired" said Six. "Along with the programs to help make the transitions easier to accept, you are still yourself" he said. "The memory download is painful. Dr Nought has yet to find a way to make it easier for transition. Which is why the Rebirth Programs make you aware of what you are when you first wake up."
Seven listened as he rested his head against Six's broad black pecs. They were indeed very firm, but they were still soft, almost like a pillow. He found comfort in the dragons embrace and he felt as if he didn't want to leave.
"What about you?" Seven asked gently as he looked up at him.. Six gave him a smile and brushed his large finger under the boys chin tenderly.
"If you do not wish to view my profile, I will tell you some details" he said. "I was murdered by my mother 17.5 years ago while she was inebriated. My conversion process took 4.6 days. Currently, I am at 85.4% synthetic" he said to him.
"So...all of this..." Seven asked as he brought a hand up and gently caressed the large broad pectoral across his vision.
"Yes. My scales are synthetic latex that have been strengthened to withstand increased damage" he said. "During my conversion process, Dr Nought increased my muscle mass by 32%. He enjoys viewing a good muscle build on us. At my own request, I have increased my muscle mass over time" he said. "I enjoy being strong" he added with a small smile.
"And..these?" Seven asked as he ran a finger over the pierced nipple. His finger made contact and a scan was initiated, indicating it was 100% pure gold, and a solid ring.
"I was allowed to customize my appearance with accessories" Six said. The contact activated his sensors and his nipple began to harden from the contact. "I enjoy piercings. I believe they enhance your appearance" he said. "It was my request" he added.
Something about that made Seven think about something Six said earlier. His eyes glowed a soft red as the conversation they were having appeared word for word across his eyes and began to reverse slowly. He found the piece that he had been curious about, and it began to playback. He could hear Six's voice in his ears, like a set of headphones.
"You were retrieved, at my request, and Dr Nought assessed you. He allowed me to convert you and the process finished 4.3 hours ago."
"You... requested my conversion process" seven asked gently. Six nodded as he stoked his claws over the back of the digimons head.
"Yes, I did" said Six with a nod.
"Did...did that horse...." Seven asked, but he was interrupted as Six placed a finger on the digimon's soft lips. A brief scan from his lips indicated that Sevens synthetic finger likely housed a hidden function. And that his synthetic scales had a pleasing taste.
"No. The horse was not working within Dr Nought's authority. He was acting on his own impulses" said Six softly. A scan indicated that Six was not lying. "I asked Dr Nought to create a subject seven, and he was on the lookout for a suitable candidate" he said. "I understand your current concerns, but it was by luck hat you were found as you were" he said.
"So...you may not have gotten me...?" Seven asked. Six shook his head.
"Asking for a specific model for Subject Seven meant I was going to end a life that did not deserve it for my own request. And a particular model would have been hard to find and would have taken time. It was an unethical choice. I assured Dr Nought that I would be happy with whatever candidate he brought to me" he said.
"Why did you make a request?" Seven asked softly. Six gave him a warm and comforting smile.
"Because I was lonely" he said. "Our emotions are still ours. Although Dr Nought has taken high care of myself, I was in need of companionship. My request was for a partner, so I could have someone to share my emotions with" he said.
"And...that's...that's me?" Seven asked softly.
"Yes" said Six. "My emotions have been heightened in response to your creation. I feel protective of you, and will likely miss your presence when you are not around. I have a strong desire to see that you do not come to harm if I am able to ensure it does not happen. However, these heightened feelings were increased from emotions I already had. Emotions that are still...my own" he spoke the last part softly, and Sevens eyes picked up a change in colourtone on the dragons cheeks, indicating a blush.
Seven found his eyes watering softly, and a message appeared that there was an 87% chance he would cry due to heightened emotions. With a small smile on his face he made the message system turn off, and his eyes remained clear. He didn't want statistics to ruin something like this.
"Six...please show me your emotions" Seven said softly as he brought his hand up to stroke the dragons cheek. Six gave him a smile before Seven felt himself be swept up off the floor.
He was carried bridal style in the dragons huge arms. The dragon obviously liked being strong as he picked up he smaller dragon with apparent ease. With a smile down at his new partner Six carried him out of a nearby side door.
After passing down a hallway and several doors, the dragon stopped at a room with a large black 6 next to it. Six placed his hand on a small screen next to the door and the door swung open easily.
"It is not much, but it is mine" said Six rather humbly. Seven smiled as he gazed over the large room. A very large double bed sat under the large window that was currently showing a view several thousand meters below sea level. A large flat screen television sat across from the bed on the wall, and what looked like a small bathroom lay beyond a small door.
Piled against one wall was a ful set of training weights, and they were all huge. Not a single small weight was there. Seven began to wonder just how strong Six was, but decided to ask him something else that caught his attention.
"Are we underground?" Seven asked as he was carried over to the bed.
"Yes. But we are not that far down"said Six as he maneuvered onto the bed on his knees. "The window allows us to change the view to suite our viewing pleasure" he said with a smile as he gently laid his partner down like he was a prized possession. Seven had a strong feeling that Six believed he was.
"Six...I was a virgin while I was still alive" seven said as he felt his cheeks warm up automatically as the large dragon knelt above him, the huge muscled legs on either side of his hips. The dragon easily towered over him, a huge hulking mass of dragon that was there to love him.
'Seven, you are still alive" said Six with a kind smile as he began to undo his loincloth. "And I promise to take care of you" he said softly as he untied the white loincloth and tossed it to the side. He had no exterior genitals, but he had a very large looking slit that had three golden piercings on each side.
As Seven looked, Six brought his thick fingers to his slit and began to rub himself slowly. A low growl of pleasure emanated from within Six as he rubbed his slit slowly. It began to bulge outwards as the dragon became aroused.
Seven watched in fascination as the dragons length slowly emerged. With a soft grunt his goods fell out of the slit and he sighed with the pleasure of relief. Two huge black balls fell
dangling between his legs like a pair of softballs. And a very thick looking black cock slid out as well, something that put the rapist horses length to shame.
"Its....beautiful" Seven said softly as the dragon blushed from the compliment. The cock was long and thick as his wrist, with a thick plump looking head. The head was pierced with a thick golden ring at the tip, and, unsurprisingly, thick golden rods ran on the underside along the fat shaft.
"Its yours to enjoy Seven" Six said with a smile as he slowly lowered his hands down to Seven's legs and slowly spread them apart. Seven looked down at his legs and saw his own slit was bulging slightly. He thought he'd ask about that later as Six slowly lifted his legs up.
"Please be gentle" said Seven softly as he felt himself be moved. The dragon easily lifted the smaller digimon up and bent him over. His knees were hooked over the bulging shoulders as he looked up at the smiling dragon.
"Mm, you are so sexy" said Six with a low murr as he ran his hands under Sevens bulging backside and gave it a soft squeeze. Seven let out a gasp of pleasure as he felt his bigger ass get squeezed and his length began to poke out of his new slit.
Six stroked the younger males backside slowly, getting used to the shape. It was big and firm, yet soft and jiggly at the same time. He felt himself drool slightly as he hooked his thumbs between the cheeks and slowly spread them.
Seven laid his head back on the huge fluffy pillow behind him and moaned softly from the dragons firm caresses. He gasped a bit and writhed slightly as he felt the cool air from the room hit his exposed vent.
"Seven, I want to be inside you" Six said softly as he held the digimon down missionary style and slowly pointed his length against the tight opening. His hand covered most of the width of the huge cock, and Seven thought even using both of his own hands, he wouldn't reach his fingertips on the other side.
"Will...will it hurt?" Seven asked softly as he felt the bulbous head of the cock pressing against his backside. He blushed from how large it felt against his smaller opening. He felt worried that he'd be ripped in half, but he wasn't scared by the thought.
"You turned your scanners off, didn't you?" Six asked with a smile.
"Yes" Seven said as his blush deepened a bit.
"My length is self lubricating" said Six with a reassuring smile. "And our tail vents are very stretchable. And you won't feel pain from it. You will just feel all of the pleasure, as it was meant to be felt" he said with a smile.
Seven felt reassured as he laid back, allowing his new body to relax as best he could as he felt the tip push against his hole.
With a soft grunt Six pushed forward, and Seven gasped loudly as he felt the huge head spread his hole easily. Six moaned as he felt the intense heat of sevens virginal insides wrap around his length.
"Oh...so tight" Six moaned as he held Seven carefully and began to sink into him. Seven moaned loudly as he felt his insides get stretched wide. He had never had anything inside of him before, and something like this should be separating his hips and puncturing his intestines. But all he felt was the intense pleasure of having your partner inside you and he writhed on the bed in that pleasure.
Slowly Six sunk each inch into his partner's big tight butt, feeling the tight ring stretch over the bolts in his length. The bolts had always stimulated him in his lonely pawing sessions and helped him achieve a higher orgasm. But it failed in comparison to feeling them rub and twist on his length as he pushed into his new lover.
"Oh Seven...you feel so good" Six moaned as he sunk the last inch into the dragon beneath him. Seven gasped as he looked down and saw the very large bulge in his abs from how much had sunk into him. It almost reached his chest.
"That's...so much" Seven panted as he felt himself start to sweat a bit. His skin began to glisten from the overhead light as he looked up, seeing the bigger dragon sweat too. The black scales glistened and shone, even his gold sparkled as his lubricating sweat dripped onto them.
"Its all for you" Six said softly as he carefully held Seven down and started to move his hips. Seven moaned loudly as he felt the thick log of cock slide out of his tight vent, his rubberized orifice stretched easily as he felt it stretch over the thick rods again.
Six moaned and gasped a bit as he slide out till just the head remained. His length pulsed with each inch that slid out and he bucked his hips forward to push it back in.
"This...feels so amazing" Six moaned as he found himself sliding back in easily. Seven gasped as he saw his abs bulge out again as the length was hilted inside him. He reached up and wrapped his arms around the dragons thick muscled neck and held on as he felt Six start to breed him properly.
The dragon growled in the pleasure that he felt as he bucked his hips backwards and forwards, the bed starting to shake from the mass of converted muscles above it. The dragon drove his cock deep into his new partner as he buried every inch in and pulled every inch out.
Seven moaned as he held onto the huge muscled body above him as he felt his body get speared over and over again. He felt nothing but the pleasure that Six had promised him as he was bred. The dragon was forceful in his thrusts as he pushed each inch in hard.
"Oh...god" Seven moaned into Six's thick neck as he felt his own hardness against the dragons pierced navel. He lowered himself a little as the dragon ground his hips against his rear as seven saw his new goods for the first time.
His length was still the same in style, a soft white cock and a blue coloured sac. Both had been an average size before. Now, his length was almost eight inches long, and his balls were big enough to match. But even with their bigger size they failed in comparison to Six's massive length.
His length was leaking more pre then he had ever before, and he swore he was as hard as steel. With his new body, it probably was steel.
His thoughts were broken as he found Six sliding his hands over his body and gave a grip to his sides. With a bit of surprise he was turned over, still impaled, onto his stomach. He felt the soft sheets under him as he heard the dragon murr with approval.
"No offense, but I want to see your ass jiggle on my cock" Six growled softly into Seven's ear, his thick tongue giving a lick over the digimon's ear rim. The dragon shivered from the pleasurable contact as he felt himself push his bigger butt back against the dragon's crotch.
Six murred as he held his hands on the smaller boys shoulders and started his thrusting again, pushing his cock in deeply as he began to bounce his hips off the big rear. The big blue cheeks seemed to ripple from every smack of his hips and he felt himself get harder from the erotic sight.
Six kept his gaze down on the large rear, watching every ripple, jiggle and shake as he pushed every inch into him. The moans that he heard from the smaller male underneath him, the moans of pleasure from his actions, felt like music to his ears.
"Oh Six...don't stop" Seven moaned loudly as he pushed himself back. He held himself up on his hands and knees as he moved himself back with each thrust, meeting the bigger dragons hips with each contact.
"I...don't ...want...to...stop' Six growled as he held the boy by his shoulders and pummeled into him. His large heavy balls smacked into the smaller male under him, colliding with the flamedramon's with every thrust forward. The audible smack smack smack of his hips against the large rear echoed around the room as the bed thudded against the wall.
Seven moaned as he clutched a pillow to his chest, feeling the slaps against his hips. Each slap felt like he was getting spanked and he could almost feel his ass turn red from each contact. The bed was shaking back and forth from the impacts, the headboard was banging against the wall repeatedly and almost threatened to punch through it.
"Don't stop...give it to me.. give it all to me Six..." Seven panted as he reached under himself and felt his hard length as it slapped against his stomach. The brief contact made him gasp in pleasure as his new length was extra sensitive. He felt the bulge in his abs repeatedly expand against his arm as he stroked himself.
"I want to give it all to you baby" Six growled as his eyes began to light up. His scanners showed him that he had a 96.5% accurate countdown to orgasm, which made him smirk a bit. It had always taken the fun out of his pleasure sessions to know how long it took him to climax. Normally, it was a lot longer then this. But being in his new lover like this, he felt he was on a hair trigger.
"Please Six...fill me... fill me..." Seven moaned as his eyes began to glow. He could feel his balls begin to draw up against his body as it signaled his own release. He panted and moaned as he stroked his painfully hard erect length.
"Oh god baby...here it comes...I'm going to fill you" Six growled as he squeezed tighter on Seven's shoulder's. He felt his own balls boil and lift up as his length pulsed harder with his imminent release.
"Oh god Six...I'm going to cum..." Seven gasped before he cried out loudly. His eyes glowed a bright red as his length pulsed. He cried out as his load spilled through his fingers and began to cover the sheets underneath him. Rope after rope splattered onto the sheets as his balls emptied completely.
Six let out a roar that almost startled Seven from how loud it was as his cock pulsed and erupted. Seven felt his eyes go wide as his stomach ballooned out quickly, as if a small explosion had gone off in his stomach. He felt his insides bulge out rapidly as Six pumped him full.
Six panted as he stopped his roar, holding his huge cock deep inside his new lover. He had never fired a load that big, filling the digimon with what felt like liters of cum. He'd have to run a scan later to determine the exact amount.
As they both panted, Six slid his large arms under the smaller dragon and lifted him up, pulling the blue back against the black torso as he easily picked him up. With a bit of maneuvering, he laid himself down on the bed with Seven laying on his back on him, still firmly impaled.
They lay there together, panting as their systems recovered. Seven managed to catch his breath as he rested his head under the dragon's chin, feeling the hard but soft muscles keep him comfortable. He felt the dragons chest rise an fall several inches with each breath and he rose along with it. He felt like he was on a water bed.
"Six.....that was ....amazing" Seven said softly as he smiled. He wiggled slightly as he felt the dragons cock soften a little, and some of the cum inside him start to leak out.
"You...are amazing. 100% amazing" Six said softly as he nuzzled the top of the digimon's head. Seven smiled and blushed a bit as he reached down with his hand and collected some of the leaking seed and brought them to his lips.
"Vanilla ice cream?" he said in surprise. Six chuckled and Seven felt himself bounce a bit as the huge dragons chest rumbled and shook from his laughing
.
"I like the taste" Six admitted, his skin tone darkening as he admitted it. He ran a finger over the small amount that had pooled over Seven's stomach from his own orgasm. He collected it and brought it to his lips.
"Mm, white chocolate" he said with a murr of approval as Seven blushed visibly. "You can change your taste later, if you wish" he said.
"I think I need sleep first" Seven admitted as he felt himself yawning. His eyes glowed briefly as he turned his scanners back on. Surprisingly, he felt tired, but his power systems were still running at peak efficiency.
"To answer your question, we don't really need sleep. It is merely a standby mode" Six explained. "It is however, another reminder that we are still alive" he said.
Seven smiled and closed his eyes as he felt Six wrap his arms rather protectively around him. The surrounding warm muscles made him feel safe and content as he felt himself drift into standby mode. He figured the safety and comfort he felt were part of his programming to make him more compatible with Six.
He figured he didn't care about that.
"It seems subject Seven is a success" said the white wolf as he observe the monitors through his gasses. "He and subject Six are 67% compatible, according to the analysis. With their emotions intact, that bond will surely grow stronger in its own" he said.
"Yes, just as I intended" said the figure in the white lab coat behind him. "Subject Six has been loyal for quite some time. I have seen his loneliness from his lack of companionship, and I had no problems giving him his request" he said as he walked forward and put a hand on he wolfs shoulder. "And thank you for organizing the body. People never have trouble believing you are from the government, Subject 3."
"That is the way you designed me sir" said Three as he removed his glasses to reveal his completely blue eyes. They glowed briefly as he pocketed them in his breast pocket. "Your designs have always been perfect from day one, Dr Nought" he said.
Nought chucked as he stepped up to the examining table and pulled out a pad. The screen lit up to reveal a handsome looking blue lion. The lab coat hung around his tall and muscled frame, his muscles visible through the material. His deep navy mane neatly trimmed back behind his head, a pair of studious looking glasses perched on his black nose. He examined the screen for a moment and then put it back down.
"Of course" he said with a smile as he turned back to the wolf. He smiled, his sharp white teeth visible as he stroked the small deep blue goatee on his chin. He ran his finger against it a few times before he brought his hand down
"It was trial and error all these years that has brought all eight of us together. You cannot design perfection without correcting the mistakes you make along the way. That is the way I designed myself, after all." he said as his eyes glowed a soft yellow.
"Self trial and error for the last thirty years. And I have to say, I'm satisfied with my results" he said with pride in his voice.
"Indeed, Subject Zero."