Cat Island, Chapter 2
#2 of Cat Island
Here's the second chapter of Cat Island. The Cat crew find themselves stranded, and they are not alone. What will happen? Disclaimer still applies, I don't own Lethe, Lyre, and Ranulf, they belong to Nintendo and Intelligent Systems.
Chapter 2: Beach Head
The first thing he saw was open blue sky. The first thing he felt was the sand on his back... wait, sand?! And then there were the voices,
"Who are they, nya?"
"Shhh! You'll wake them up!"
"But they look like us!"
"Look what you did, he's waking up!"
Ranulf stood, shakily. He was alive, clothes, shoes, headband... He twitched his ears, and felt for his tail. Just one more thing... The Gallian male put a hand between his legs and gave a couple pats. "Yep, they're still there." He said out loud.
"What are still there, miau?"
It was then that Ranulf looked around him for the first time. All around him were... laguz? They had ears and tail just like him, but no markings on their faces. He did a double take. Laguz, here? "Who are you, and where are we?" Then he understood what the other had asked, and he blushed. "Um... That's private."
It seemed that he was on a beach, all golden sand. The coast, as far as he could tell, was rounded, like a circle. The male's eyes turned upwards, noticing the trees that were on both his right and his left. They were strange, with fern shaped leaves in a circle shape, and had thick trunks at the base that narrowed at the top. Above the trees, he could see something like a stone round thing, with what looked like a flag on top. Even with his eyes, Ranulf couldn't see the flag. He meant to ask those around him, but he figured that he'd need to find out where they were, first.
"Hey! Excuse me! Can you tell me where I am right now? And there were two others, female, with me. Have you seen them?"
One of them turned to face him, a slim male around his height. He was dressed in only a loincloth, that didn't leave much to the Gallian's imagination. He was blonde, a rich golden yellow, and his ears and tail were the same colour. The inside of his ears were white. He had tanned skin, it was obvious that he loved being out in the sun. The blonde cat bid Ranulf follow, not answering him. Among the others, Ranulf saw three other males, all dressed the same as the blonde one. One had dark black hair, and black fur. He had his hair long and wavy, and had eyes that were sea green, with a short nose and a small mouth. The black haired one walked next to the blonde. Next to Ranulf was a male with red hair, tied into a rough braid. The braid was tied with what looked like leather, all their loincloths were of the same material. The redhead was slightly paler than the others, but his skin was still pink. He had bright green eyes, and high cheekbones, a feature that Ranulf hadn't seen before. Who are they? Modesty doesn't seem to be the norm here... He looked to his left to see the last of the foursome. The last catboy was shorter than the other three, but was just as slim. He had brown hair, the colour of fresh soil, and brown fur. His skin was tanned, a dark bronze that was darker than the others. He had a homely, common manner about him, as the group proceeded up the beach. Ranulf saw that there was a rough path here, as if the beach was well frequented.
They continued up the path, until they came to what Ranulf assumed was a sort of village. In a rough circular shape were a series of small homes, huts with rounded roofs. Each looked to be the size of an average army tent, room for one, at least. He saw at least two that were bigger, these looked to be for storage. What was stored there looked like fruits, the like of which he had never seen before. Another had what looked like fish, cut and cleaned. He wondered how they would fish, but then someone called to him, "Captain!"
He turned to see Lyre, sitting with her sister at one of the huts. The two females were in the shade of the hut, Lyre was sitting down, while Lethe stood over her. They had minor cuts on their faces, and looked worn. Worn, but alive. Ranulf ran up and hugged Lyre, happy to see his mate was alright.
"Glad to see you safe. What happened? Last thing I remember is our ship being spun around... then I woke up on that beach."
Lyre shook her head, "Our ship crashed here... when me and Lethe woke up, these toms found us. They brought us back here." Lyre giggled, despite her weariness. "Lethe thought it was a trick, so she pulled at one of their loincloths..." She started to laugh, while Lethe flushed with embarrassment, letting out one of those hisses of hers. "It isn't funny! How was I supposed to know he was wearing nothing under there? Hmph." She crossed her arms, muttering, "And he was well endowed, too... Redhead and the black haired one." She looked up at Ranulf. "They talk, we know that much. I'm tempted to take one of them out somewhere and give him the claws."
Ranulf faced Lethe. "None of that here. Who knows? Maybe they're stuck here like us... and then there's the stone building." Ranulf took a seat near them, and sighed. Stuck on a island with strange catboys, and goddess knew what else. What were they to do? He was shaken out of his thoughts by one of the islanders, tapping him on the shoulder. "Here, eat." It was the blonde one, and he held one of those odd fruits, a green and orange round thing. Ranulf took the fruit and sniffed it. It didn't seem out of sorts, nothing wrong with it... he opened his mouth and bit into it. Soft, juicy, and sweet. The juice that ran down his chin and hands, when he licked it, had a unique, sweet taste to it. He found it was good, and he continued to eat it, his pointed incisors making quick work of the fruit. Ranulf chewed and swallowed, savouring its' strange but sweet flavour. The male finished eating the fruit, looking to Lethe and Lyre. The blonde had offered them fruit, which they took. Lyre was enjoying hers, while Lethe ate hers calmly. "What if this is poison?" Lethe looked to Ranulf, suspicious.
He shook his head again, ears going back. "No, Lethe, otherwise I'd keel over by now. At least it's good." Ranulf wiped his face with the back of his hand, meaning to go find some water later. Lethe looked at the fruit in her hand, a bite taken out of it. The flesh was orange, a light orange that would have matched the twins' hair and fur were it darker. It dripped with juice, running down Lethe's hands and face. Lyre licked her hands as well, having finished her fruit. She savoured the juice, liking how it tasted sweet upon her tongue. She purred, enjoying the taste of the fruit. "Tis exotic, to be sure." Lyre then got up and looked around, with a slight limp. The village, as she had decided to call it, looked to be only inhabited by males, tomcats by her reckoning. Their new hosts didn't talk much, as she saw with the blonde's talk with her Captain. The others went about, and it looked like they had fish in one of those huts. Cut, cleaned fish, ready to be cooked.
Looks like they know how to fish. Lyre thought to herself, walking around the best she could. Both had hurt their legs, at least, it felt like it. She grimaced, then walked up to the blonde. "Hey, you."
The blonde turned to her and nodded his head. "You are female, why are you not with them in your village?" This made Lyre confused. "There are females here?" The blonde nodded, and the black haired one looked up, cleaning some fish with a stone knife. "Follow the path out of the village, and it will be there." Lyre nodded. She returned to where her sister was, as Lethe was inspecting the village. "This is all recent, a moon or two ago. They built this, that's for sure." Lethe turned to see her sister, with a expectant look on her face. "The blonde one says that there's a village of females on this island, maybe we can get help there." Lethe nodded, and found the path that the blonde tom spoke of.
"Do they even have names?" Lethe looked over at the four catboys, tomcats by their reckoning. She blushed as she looked over the redhead and the black haired one. She'd seen what was under their loincloths... She licked her lips, feeling... a hint of desire? No, she had to be imagining things. Lethe shook her head, then turned to Lyre.
"Let the toms have their fun, we're going to find that village." The twins went down the path out of the village, their collars jingling as they did so. Ranulf turned and looked at his mate as she walked away, her tail moving from side to side. He kept his eyes on her rump as she walked, sighing. Ranulf turned to the other males. "She's my mate... how long have you been here?"
To which the blonde shook his head. "We've always been here, our village and the females'." he turned to his companions, the brown haired one cutting up the fruit, also with a stone knife. To Ranulf, they seemed simple, humble, good cats. He saw no sign of wreckage... Where were their provisions, keepsakes? All that food and drink... gone. He walked around, the twins having followed the path. It seemed the villagers were simple folk that knew how to clean fish and fruit, Gallia had a few fishing villages here and there. Ranulf continued to walk around, having the feeling that he was being watched. He turned around... but no one was there. The four toms were going about their duties, cleaning fish, cutting fruit, and two looked like they were getting a fire pit ready. They had a set of sticks that served as a cooking spit, and some other dead wood. Must be driftwood... Or ship wood. The thought had crossed his mind.
Lethe and Lyre continue down the path, their collars silent. "What do you think of this place? A mysterious island, mysterious cats, no laguz..." Lyre stopped, looking around, then turned to her sister. Lethe kept on walking. "Personally? I don't like it. That building..." She pointed up at the stone round thing they saw from the beach. "It seems like a castle, and where there's a castle..."
"There's beorc." Lyre nodded, and followed her sister. The path they were on was clear enough, through the forest, large trees and other foliage were around them, on either side. These trees were like the ones on the beach, they were everywhere it seemed. Through the forest, they could see something, like a stone wall. They continued down the path, until they reached a clearing. What they saw was another small village, almost near identical to the one on the beach. There were the huts, same construction as the others, and two storage huts. They were the same as the others, with fish and fruit. Were there not boar or deer here? Lethe thought, looking around the village. This was inland... there should be some sort of game here. She didn't know if the island was just that... or another continent entirely. Either way, this was good news.
"You are new... who are you?"
The twins turned to see a set of females, like the males on the beach. They resembled them, with ears and tail like theirs, but did not have the markings on their faces that said they were laguz. There were four females, one was tall and lean, with fiery red hair. Another was golden blonde, like the blonde male. The third was with silver hair and fur. The last had brown hair and fur, around Lyre's size. They all had simple breast wraps, what looked like leather, and a wrap around their waists. Very simple, basic clothing, Lethe noted. It made the twins seemed overdressed in comparison.
"Who are you?"
They looked up at the question, all four of them. It was strange that there were only four in each village... Lyre thought. Maybe they were two separate groups? Two ships that were smashed, only leaving four survivors each? Lyre mused over this as her sister went to talk with them.
"We're stranded. There's one more besides us, a male." The four didn't respond, only looking at them. The two laguz stood awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. They had the sudden feeling that they were being watched... and not by the four in front of them. The four in front of them didn't seem to be concerned about being watched...
"Kirion."
Lethe looked up, surprised. "Hm?" The brown haired one looked up to her, "Kirion."
She then pointed to the redhead, "Abele." Then the blonde, "Petra." Then Kirion pointed to the silver haired one, "Myra."
So they DO have names! Lyre looked up, surprised at this revelation. Did that mean the males on the beach had names as well? Lyre was shaken from her thoughts by her sister.
"I am Lethe, and this is my sister Lyre. We come from a land far away from here." The elder sister nodded, smiling at the four females. They nodded and had them sit with them, in the centre of the village. Lyre noticed a crude firepit, lined with stones. Once again, there was wood here, deadwood. The six now sat around it, it seemed that the blonde was the leader here. "Why are you here?" Petra looked up at them. The twins were taken aback, but Lyre took the lead. "Well, Petra, it's a long story..."
Ranulf looked to the catboys at their work. They were going about it nicely. They were bringing in fish, and putting it on the spit to cook. He wondered if they knew how to start a fire.
"You will help us?" He was shaken out of his thoughts by one of the toms, the black haired catboy. He held some sticks in his hands, and the redhead was putting down stones to ring the pit.
"Sure. What do you need?" Ranulf nodded and went towards the pit. If the blonde was leader... he'd have to be careful. If this new land was inhabited, then claiming it would not be easy.
"Watch me. I will start the fire." The black haired catboy started to rub the sticks together. There were sparks, and the fire didn't catch. "Grrr..." He continued to rub the sticks together, while Ranulf watched. "So... uh, you guys have names? I'm Ranulf."
The redhead looked up at him, curious, He spoke once, a caring voice, male. "Jayde." Then the blonde looked up from what he was doing, "Ciel." He pointed to the frustrated black haired catboy, "Moris." The brown haired one was preparing the fish, and he perked up, "Antony."
Ranulf nodded, "Good to meet you. What's going on with that building?" He pointed up at the building, the round stone one that could be visible from where they were. They didn't answer. He found that curious, either they didn't know, or wouldn't tell him. It seemed suspicious... But then again, they didn't seem to be the type to lie. They were simple enough.
But we need to find our supplies... I'll have to get a search party and comb the beach. Ranulf thought. If their packs had survived, he had a set of flint and tinder... If they survived the crash. He went towards Moris, "Moris? Let me see if I can help." Moris turned to look up at Ranulf.
"Hm?" He was still rubbing the sticks together, trying to get it going. He grit his teeth in frustration, as he kept at it. Smoke and sparks were the result, but there was no fire, not yet. Ranulf crouched near the other male, and tried his hand at starting the fire. Everything seemed going alright, he had the right form... maybe the wood was wet? He got down and took the sticks from Moris, and began to rub them together. The other catboys gathered around him, watching. Ranulf wondered if he was setting an example continuing on. On and on he rubbed those sticks, till he feared that they would become nubs in his hands. Ranulf's ears folded back, and his tail thrashed in frustration.
"Come on, come on.... Got it!" He said triumphantly as the fire caught. There was smoke, but the fire started to burn. Ciel and Antony got the spit ready and Moris helped bring the fish. He saw that they had some sort of system for cooking the fish, a sort of flat stone that was suspended over the fire. Ranulf stood up and dusted himself off. Taking a breath, he watched the fire burn, and the fish cook.
The five catboys took seats on the ground. Jayde sat next to Ranulf, while Moris was at the head of the group, Ciel at his right. Antony was on Moris' left. The five sat and watched the fish cook in silence. Every once in a while, one of them would get up and check to see if the fish were done, and make sure they were turned. Soon enough, the scent of cooked fish was heavy in the air.
Ranulf tried to make conversation. "So... what goes on around here?"
There was no answer, for the moment. Antony got up and began to pass out the fish, one to each. Ranulf took his, and began to eat it. Ranulf took a tentative bite... it was well cooked, the flesh seared through and hot. He ate some of the fish, then he heard Jayde say to him,
"We fish every three days, and go out into the jungle to pick fruit." The other catboys nodded in agreement.
Ranulf took another bite. "When do we go fishing?" The others continued to eat their fish. Then Moris looked up at him, and said,
"Tomorrow."
Ranulf nodded, wondering how he would break the topic of finding their shipwreck. He wondered if...
"You know the ship we were on? Did you find anything from it?"
Moris shook his head. "No, not yet. When we found you, there were some things, a small leather thing, a... I don't know what to call it. It had leaves you could turn, and writing. And a box or two." This made Ranulf's ears twitch, curious. Maybe their things survived... maybe. He sat and ate his fish, thinking.
"Where do you find the fruit?" He asked again. Jayde answered him this time.
"We go through the trees and find fruit, sometimes we find neat piles of them, others, we must climb up to get."
Huh.... that sounds suspicious. Neat piles, almost like if someone or something-
"So, where are you from, Ranulf?" Ciel asked him this, and the group all turned to look at him. Ranulf finished eating his fish, and looked into the fire, then back up at the group of catboys. "It's... quite the tale, care to listen?"
They nodded. Ranulf cleared his throat and began to speak, "We come from a realm far away from here... a joyous green land rife with trees and game..."
Lyre sat while her sister finished up explaining their situation with the group of females. "And that is how we got here, Petra. It is an honour to meet you all, and hope that you know we don't mean you any harm." Petra nodded, and the rest did as well.
"Then we welcome you to our village." The females stood around the twins and did a short circle, then they stood nearby. Lyre purred, and her sister soon did as well.
"The males rescued us, they told us you were here. My mate is down there with them now." Lyre said to them. Abele and Myra walked over to her, and started to ask her questions.
"You have a mate? What's mating?" The younger laguz flushed and tried to answer them the best she could. Petra and Kirion were talking with Lethe in the meantime.
"Your sister tells us you've seen underneath their cloths." Lethe blushed, and nodded. "Yes, I have. Your villages seem connected. Have you mated with them? I'd choose the redhead and the black haired one, if I could. Pounce them and drain them dry... they'd sire strong kittens." The two island catgirls smiled at that, and gave Lethe a question that astounded her.
"What are kittens? How do they sire these kittens?" Both had the most adorable expressions of curiosity on their faces. It endeared them to the warrior, but still...
"You haven't mated?!" Both sisters exclaimed. They understood that some did that by choice, but those were priestesses or other such folk. These seemed to be a humble. good sort. That would also explain as to why they were so curious about something so intimate to the sisters. The twins sat back down, and tried to explain what mating was.
"You can do it with males, preferably males, but you can have fun with yourselves, too..."
"Sis! What do you mean by that?" Lyre looked surprised at her sister's admittance.
Lethe looked over to her. "I was suffering through my heat, and Jill offered to help." The redhead beorc woman was one of Lethe's staunch companions during the war, and had fled north, on a ship like theirs. She didn't know she made it or not...
The four island catgirls looked even more curious. "What's 'heat'?" This made both sisters blush, adorably. Lethe cleared her throat, and tried to explain to them,
"It's... well, a female thing. You all haven't had your heat cycles hit, yet? Your body tells you to go seek a male or a mate and make kittens... that's what we were told when our first cycles hit." Lethe looked at the group, and it looked like they understood part of it. She looked up and saw that the sun was setting, and the fire had since died down. She decided to make good on their offer of welcome, and asked a universal question:
"Do you have a place for us to sleep?" Petra looked disappointed, but then Abele perked up. "We could always make room for you, a temporary bed of thick leaves." Myra and Kirion went in haste to get the leaves, big, long, and wide leaves. The sisters looked thankful, this would be their first night on solid land. The twins nodded, grateful for such an opportunity. "We are honoured that you would accept us here for the night, Petra." Lethe smiled, and soon the twins got ready for bed, making sure that their leaf beds were flat and secure. Then, the twins sat up for a while, talking with the islanders. They didn't know anything about the stone building, either. Lyre would have to meet with her Captain and report in the morning, it looked like. The sisters soon went to bed, noting how warm the night was. Warm, and the moon was out, not a cloud in the sky, and the stars... were a little bit different.
That threw the sisters off. "What does it mean?" Lethe wondered out loud. Lyre tossed and turned in her slumber, murmuring. Lethe lay back, the earth under her solid for once, and not the rocking, roiling of a ship at sea. She closed her violet eyes and tried to sleep.
Ranulf finished his tale, telling them of everything he knew. The beorc, the laguz, the wars, all of it. He kept their real mission secret... he hoped that he wouldn't regret it. The catboys made a temporary bed for him, next to Jayde's hut. He'd have to build his own, soon... He'd joked that he'd make a terrible farmer and carpenter, but a Cat had to learn what he had to for survival. He tried to sleep, but thoughts of Lyre kept coming to him.
He purred softly, his tail swaying back and forth as he paced. Her figure came back to him, again and again. That rump, her tail, that blush on her face the first time they...
Those moans, so sweet and beautiful to his ears as he claimed her, marked her as his... the feel of her clamping down around him, slim, lean, and strong... Her gasps as he thrust on and on, slick with sweat and lost in the moment, her moaning, then screaming his name as she climaxed... Ranulf let out a growl as he saw the tent his member made in his trousers. On the ship, he could hide it well enough under the covers of the pallet, but now, he needed relief. He shifted, pink energy surrounding him as his form changed, turning to a beast. Where the catboy once stood was now a fierce looking feline, with dark blue markings about the eyes, and wrappings about its' forepaws, matching the demihuman's gauntlets. The primary fur colour was a dark blue, under the face and belly was white fur. A thick ruff of fur covered his rear, hiding his loins and under his tail. The shift complete, he ran into the trees, his paws silent on the ground. Even the shift didn't give him any relief, as Lyre's scent was strong in the air, easy to track. His sheath twitched and pulsed between his hind legs, wanting her. He snarled and continued on, panting with exertion.
He finally reached a clearing, in a circle. The moon shone bright here, he could make out the shadow of the stone building from where he was. He sat on his haunches, cat style, as he panted, cat's tongue hanging out adorably. The power within a laguz was drained by combat, strenuous activity, or long travel. Battle or sex was a good way to recharge this energy, so Ranulf shifted back to his demihuman form. Just in time, he thought as he saw a figure approach from the northern section of the clearing.
"Ranulf?" It was Lyre, and she walked towards him, nostrils flaring as she caught his scent. He had the scent of rain, cool, energizing rain. Likewise, her scent to him was a jolt of lightning, shocking, strong, and vigorous. He purred at her presence, and moved towards her.
"Lyre, my mate." He purred louder, taking her in his arms, raining kisses down her neck, undoing her collar. "Ranulf? What are you...?" She moaned at his kisses, and he purred into her ear,
"Making up for lost time." Ranulf licked down her neck, running a hand through her hair, teasing her ears, while his other undid her tunic top. He could feel her hands go under his vest, then start to undo it.
"You're warm..." Lyre purred, then looked into his eyes, his beautiful two coloured eyes, "I missed your touch... There wasn't any room to..." She had his vest off, and Ranulf broke the embrace to take off his headband and gauntlets. Lyre also took off her gauntlets as well. Both had pointed, slightly longer nails than the average beorc did, another sign of their connection to their beasts, besides the fangs and purring.
Ranulf held her close again, her tunic off, revealing a sort of wrap, single layer. He purred, continuing to rain kisses down on her. "You taste like thunder..." He murmured, licking at her shoulders, before starting to undo her wrap. Her breasts were, to a modernist's measurements, around a B. To Ranulf, they were just right, with perky pink nipples that soon hardened from his touch. He teased them, licking them, not leaving them dry for a second. "My beautiful Lyre... sing for me." He kissed down her belly, licking the navel with a purr.
Lyre moaned, shuddering as her breasts were revealed to her mate, mewing at his touch, his licks. "Ranulf... I need you." She shucked off her boots, then undid her trousers and skirt. She now only stood in a cloth that covered her nethers, while he took off the rest of his clothes. Lyre purred and licked her lips at her chosen mate. Like many in the Cat clan, he was lean, slim. He had some muscle tone to him, but not to the extent of a Tiger. He had a slim waist, a patch of fur over his loins. Desire overwhelmed her at the sight of his member, and his full sac that hanged below it. Ranulf purred as he followed her gaze. "See what you like?"
Lyre purred, and led him to a flat enough stone in the clearing. "Lie back, let me take care of you..." She purred, then lay down with him, the only thing on her now was her underclothes. She lay against him, running her tongue down his belly, through his fur, and onto his shaft. "You taste like rain. And this..." She licked at his shaft, making it twitch and throb at her tongue, "Is bliss." His shaft was a proud length, a good enough length for Lyre. It had a mushroom, rounded head, and a shaft that pulsed with power and blood. Her tongue, like all of her people, had a slight point to it, a feline shape that served her well with her mate. She dared take him into her mouth, her fangs teasing him. Purring to make herself vibrate, she began to go up and down, slowly, knowing that Ranulf loved this. She could tell by his purring, and the way his hips moved as she did.
"Goddess above Lyre... I love it when you do this..." Ranulf arches his back into her sucking and nibbles, purring louder. He grinned as he saw her take off her underclothes, revealing herself to him. Underneath a patch of orange fur was the laguz girl's loins, where only he had been. Ranulf purred at the sight, her lips pink and puffy with need. Lyre purred on his shaft, bringing her head up, releasing him from her mouth. His member twitched and pulsed, slick and shining in the moonlight. Lyre brought herself so that they were lined up correctly, then impaled herself on her mate.
"Ranulf... Oooh, it's been so long, my mate." She licked at his ears, and his tail wrapped around hers. They became one, one heart, one being, connected at that very source. Lyre began to bounce up and down, rocking her hips, riding him. Her tunnel clamped down on him, welcoming him inside her. The laguz girl had a light blush on her face, but she wasn't ashamed. She was with her mate after being at sea, and under the watchful eye of her sister. Her tail rubbed against him as she rode him, little mews escaping her throat as she did so.
Ranulf suppressed a moan as he felt himself glide inside his mate. The feel of her slick, eager walls aroused him, making him pump his hips to her rhythm. He could feel his seed, hot and rising as his shaft pumped in and out of her. He let out a growl, leaning in to bite on Lyre's shoulder, a beast form tactic. Lyre responded by clenching ever tighter around him, purring and mewing.
"Will we wake anyone?" Lyre whispered into his ear, before moaning as he hit that one spot inside her that brought her to ecstasy. She gasped as she climaxed, and Ranulf meowed low as he came too, grinding up in her as he released. He purred as they both came down, licking and kissing her.
"Will we ever see the others again?" Lyre sounded worried.
"We may, or we may not, my mate. Time will tell..." He kissed her again, and they both lay on the rock, comforted by each other's warmth.
Meanwhile...
"Our observations have it that these 'newcomers' are indeed that, new."
"And what of that ship?"
"It is being salvaged, even as we speak. We left a few tidbits behind."
"But they saw the compound, and interacted with the subjects. What if they-"
"It will not come to it. Proceed as normal, and prepare the milker to process both 'Jayden' and this 'Ranulf' newcomer. From what we just observed... he is quite a capable breeder."
The device stood silent in its' chamber, a set of harnesses and collection jars, piston powered electrostim probes on standby. It was ready, and waiting...
"And what of the females?"
"When we have the sample from the male, we shall begin oocyte harvesting and see if they are capable of being induced into estrus by our cocktail."
"But this puts us ahead of schedule, sir."
"Then we shall use this to our advantage. Proceed as I've directed, do not fail."
"As you wish."
To Be Continued.