This is a direct sequel to Pyro: the Nitrofluffy. I recommend that you read that first to better understand the story.
Enjoy.
Henry had received quite the bollocking from Mr Armitage, for signing off on Nitrofluffy mass production without consulting the man.
“what in God’s name were you thinking, Henry?” Mr Armitage questioned over video call, “not even a ‘hello Daniel, here’s an idea!’. No, not a fucking peep, why?”.
“in honest truth? I had merely forgotten to have you notified” Henry sighed.
“forgo-… HOW!? My name is on the fucking building!” the tycoon snapped. “you’re lucky I don’t fire you for this!”.
“and who would you replace me with? Paul, Elizabeth, Or Maybe that Oxford dropout of a nephew that loiters about the labs… Humphrey, I believe?” the professor huffed, “I say this with absolutely no ego, but those children can not even hold a candle to the things I can do with genetics, with DNA resequencing”.
“who do you think you are?” the billionaire growled.
“-A man who understands his incalculable worth, Daniel, and you know it too” Henry smiled faintly, “granted, I should have informed you about jumping from trial to production, for that, I do apologise… But do not assume that I am cut from the same cloth as the insufferable dullards you send my way. I AM Armitage Labs. In my absence there would be no quality vaccines coming out of here, no cures, no new cancer treatments, and even if they did somehow conjure them up, I can guarantee you that they’d come out at a trickle, far behind your competitors” the elderly scientist assured.
The researcher and the billionaire locked eyes as if they were two apex predators, standing at ground zero of a verdant and plentiful hunting ground, with room for only one set of teeth. The stare down felt as if it had lasted an eternity, both stone cold and well trained poker faces, that was until Daniel did something uncharacteristically charming, he leaned back and smiled. “your fascination with these pig-rat-horse-things is going to be the death of me” he chuckled before lighting up a cigar that was more valuable than the suit on Henry’s back; a tiny flex of ego and wealth, as was expected of a well off narcissist.
“are we done here?” Henry grumbled.
“I’ll tell you what, Henry, I’ll let this pet project of yours go ahead, but I want mass production on hold until you’ve got a complete study done on their mating and parental habits. You see, my pride and joy’s birthday is coming up and I think he would appreciate having a new toy. You’ve met Clive, right?” the corpo smiled between puffs.
“he’s hard to forget” Henry scowled, “such a… colourful personality. I distinctly remember him showing great interest in the testing mares, during his internship here” the professor whinced at the thought.
“if you are talking about the incident in testing bay three, I assumed that you had conveniently forgotten… Which reminds me, how is that Ferrari still treating you?” Daniel asked through a shit eating grin.
“I sold it” Henry smirked beneath his beard, “old goats such as I have no use for shiny toys”.
“no, of course not, you just grow them” the tycoon glared from behind his fifteen thousand dollar designer shades.
“correct, now let me get back to doing just that” professor Gascoigne requested before ending the call. “…arrogant prick…” he sighed, before lighting up a cigarette.
-two months later-
Pyro was now a young stallion and with it came an explosion of new wants and behaviors, with the crux of it all being a compulsive need for a mate. “pwease daddeh, Pywo wan speshew fwend!” he begged the professor, all the while beating his leathery hooves against the steel door of his crate.
“release the maglocks on crate A and B” the professor requested from the observation window.
The doors opened and Pyro stepped out into the same testing chamber that he had familiarised himself.
“am Pywo gun nee fite mowe smawties?” he questioned, redying himself to charge at the adjacent crate. “com ou an fite wike an stawwion!” he huffed and snorted.
“b-b-bu nu am s-stawwion…” a dainty voice called out from the back of the crate.
“com ou den!” he ordered with a tiny stomp.
“o-otay, jus… p-pwease nu be big meanie” the timid mare whimpered before stepping into the light.
Immediately Pyro locked eyes with the mare and was taken a-back. She was perfect, a two toned body of pink, almost neon upon the body and like candyfloss upon the mane, tail and underbelly. The scent that emanated from her was utterly enchanting. To any other living thing on the planet, the smell would trigger a completely justifiable gag reflex, but to the likes of Pyro, the stink was an invitation to courtship, a sign of this young mare’s sexual maturity.
“h-hewwo mawe…” he mumbled out in a starstruck manner, “y-yew smeww pwetty” he blurted.
"oh, tank yew! she replied bashfully, all the while fluttering her eyelashes in his direction. “Stawwion smeww pwetty tuu” she mumbled.
“du mawe hab namsie?” Pyro asked.
“am cawwed Chewwy” the pink mare confirmed, “an du stawwion hab namsie?” she inquired.
“am Pywo!” the young stallion beamed.
“wuv namsie!” Cherry squeaked, fluttering her little wings with excitement.
The two Nitrofluffies spent the rest of the day under close observation in the testing chamber. They played ‘huggie tag’, ‘hidies an gu seek’ and napped together in the corner of the chamber; all of which were expected of any sub-species of fluffy. It was clear that in the language of love, all fluffies spoke in the same tongue. The real disparities showed themselves under duress.
The two Nitros were scooped up by a seventeen year old intern by the name of Betty, and were carried to testing chamber Z-1 across a stark white hallway that separated each of the testing rooms. The clacking of her shoes being the only noise to cut through the echoing silence.
“whewe am Pywo an nyew fwend goin?” the nervous stallion asked.
“I’m not allowed to tell you” Betty replied with her most sincere attempt at being both monotone and professional, “but… I’m sure it’ll be fine” she assured.
The magnetic locks clanked and twisted, the door groaned, the card reader beeped at Betty’s presence, all before suddenly opening to reveal an exceptionally large testing room, behemoth in scale. The ceiling of the chamber was one gigantic screen that projected the imagery of a pleasant summer’s sky, clouds and all. The speakers on the walls played the noises of a typical European forest; chirping birds, hooting owls, crickets and all other manner of fauna. The two fluffies were placed onto the ground and were told to “make yourselves home”, before Betty turned around and stepped out of the chamber, looking back over her shoulder with a dissatisfied expression before the door closed shut behind her.
“dis pwace am su pwetty!” Cherry coo’d happily as she sniffed at the authentic soil, moss and grass that covered the floor.
“fwuffies am ouside?” Pyro pondered as he walked over to one of the synth-trees and gave it a good sniff, “hmmm… Pywo guessie su” he mumbled to himself, “nebah bin ouside befow, bu dis wook wike da big twee pwace fwom pictah book”.
Cherry invited him to go frolicking through the artificial forest. Occasionally the two Nitrofluffies would search for nummies, digging up truffles and wild onions, before drinking from the waterfall, and then finally finding somewhere to rest beneath a lone appletree, atop a not so steep hill.
“Chewwy?” he asked nervously, “hab Chewwy ebah met udda fwuffies befow?” he inquired.
“Nu-uh” she shook her head with a mouthful of half chewed apple.
“dey nu wike Chewwy an Pywo… Dey thinkie dat Pywo am stimky” he said.
“du dey nu make tooties?” she asked.
“weww… yeh, bu nu aww da timsie. Dey nu wike chiwee ebew” he added, lowering his head in disappointment.
“am dey stoopid?” she asked innocently, cocking her fuzzy little head to the side.
“Pywo nu kno, bu mos ob dem hayt Pywo an Chewwy. Dat mayk Pywo saddies, jus wan hab fwends” he declared mournfully.
“weww… Pywo hab Chewwy, Pywo am Chewwy onwy fwend, su dat mayk Pywo da bestest fwend” she smiled, hugging him with a light cooing to comfort his distress.
“tank yew, Pywo wub bestest fwend” he smiled back, “wiww pwotect fwom aneh-ting an abewy-ting! Pywo pwomis!” he assured.
“hehehe awww, Pywo am suuuu bwave!” she giggled with a tiny snort, before laying a tiny lickie kissie on his muzzle.
“subject N-01 and N-02 have begun the courtship ritual, mating is 93% imminent. Betty, release test batch Alpha into the enclosure” professor Gascoigne requested of his intern.
Suddenly, a steel box was slit through a slightly bigger hole on the far end of the chamber, before the mechanical orifice shuts automatically. The magnetic locks on the metal crate released and the door fell with a thud. Out of the box stepped a red and rather boney unicorn stallion with a grey mane, who clearly appeared to be past his prime. Beside the geriatric smarty were his two cohorts; Jasper and Slug. Jasper being a pale orange pegasus with a greasy blonde mane, and Slug being an egregiously obese earthy with a baby barf green coat, paired with a sea green mane that resembled an old man’s balding head in style, clinging pathetically to the sides of his head.
“yew dummehs smeww dat?” the smarty asked with a snarl, after aggressively snorting at the air.
“yeh Boss, yeh Boss, yeh yeh Boss, Jaspew smeww id Boss, am smewwy smeww Boss. Smeww wike fwuffies bu awso nu wike fwuffies Boss. Wat gun du Boss? Gun find em Boss? Yeh Boss? Ye-” the hyperactive young stallion attempted to continue, Until Boss’ crusty old hoof struck him across the face.
“shuddup” the smarty commanded, before turning his skeletal face towards Slug. “Yew, gu fin fwuffies an den com backsie tu Boss” he ordered sternly.
“Sí, nu hay pwobwema” Slug saluted before waddling his fat ass towards the scent.
Cherry watched Pyro intently as he recalled his harrowing battle against the smarty and his toughy from two months ago, how he used his ‘buwnie poopies’ and ‘biggest spwodies’ to defeat his first ever adversaries and defend his land. “haow mayk buwnies poopies?” she asked.
“Chewwy nu kno? Yew gu uppies tu bad fwuffy wike dis, wift pwetty taiw wike dis, an den git WEAWY angwies. Dat haow da poopies tuwn intu da bestest buwnies” he explained as he demonstrated, spraying the viscous green liquid against the side of the tree.
“ooooooohhh dat am su cuul!” she smiled with glistening eyes, “Pywo am su smawty!”.
“hehehe, nah, Pywo am big dummeh” he blushed, “bu… Tank yew fow bein nice tu Pywo”.
“Chewwy weawy wike Pywo” she grinned innocently as she scooted closer to him.
“P-Pywo weawy w-wike Chewwy tuu…” he squeaked as her head rested against his shoulder.
“wen Chewwy hab tummeh bebbehs… Am Pywo gun pwotec dem tuu?” the candy pink mare asked softly.
“yus, Pywo wub bebbehs. Widdwe bebbehs am da bestest ting ebah!” he grinned.
“d-du Pywo wan mayk tummeh bebbehs wid Chewwy?” she smiled before licking the back of his ear.
“eeeep” Pyro gasped before being thrown to the ground.
“Chewwy wan hab bestest bebbehs wid bestest speshew fwend” she drooled.
“o-otay…” the stallion smiled sheepishly.
“mating successful: Likelihood of impregnation is 96%. If my parameters are correct, then aggression should increase by 70% towards strangers post coitus” Henry noted.
“why is she on top?” Betty asked.
“I didn’t program that behaviour, but aggression and sexuality go hand in hand, miss Keen” the professor explained, as he wiped a smudge from his spectacles with a silk wipe.
“Pyro looks a little scared” the intern mumbled with a face of concern.
“just first time jitters, I assure you” Henry chuckled.
“Boss! Wos he encontwado!” Slug huffed as he waddled himself back to the blood red smarty and his overly enthusiastic comrade.
“wat dat meansie Boss, wat dat meansie? yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh! Jaspew wan kno!” the orange goon blabbered as he fidgeted in place.
“SHUDDUP!” Boss growled, “Boss nu speak Swug dummeh mayd uppies speakies, bu Boss thinkie dat him sayin dat Swug fin fwuffies”.
“…Sí…” Slug confirmed between large gasps.
“towd yew! Swug ‘see’ fwuffies” Boss said, cracking a wrinkly smile as he slowly got up from resting upon the grassy ground. “show Boss whewe dey am, NAOW!” he barked at his tubby underling.
“Sí, Seguiw” Slug replied as he reluctantly turned his rotund self around and began plodding back to where he had spotted them, now with Boss and Jasper in tow.
“heheheheh, gun git enfies! gun git enfies? wite Boss, gun git enfie mawes? yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh?” Jasper asked as he bounced along spastically.
“heh, may-beh… afta Boss am dun wid dem, aneh-way…” he replied, before licking his crustly lips.
“coooo~, Chewwy can stiww feew Pywo afta bestest speshew huggies” she smiled, all the while nuzzling into him.
“yeh…” Pyro huffed, still fighting to get his bearings, “Chewwy am stwonga den Chewwy wooksie” he added nervously.
“teehee… nah, am onwy widdwe mawe. Nu am big an stwong wike bestest Pywo” she giggled before playfully biting his ear.
“HEWWO DEWE!” Boss called out to the loving couple with a vicious grin, “GUT ANEH WOOM FOW WIDDWE OWD BOSS?” he cackled.
“GU WAY!” Pyro immediately snapped at the elder, jumping to his feet and raising the heckles on his back to stand on end.
“ooooohhh, wook wike yew am big an stwong” Boss mocked with a shit eating grin, “dewe am jus wun widdwe pwobwem… Yew see dat waww obew dewe and dat wun obew dewe tuu? Dat am AWW BOSS WAND!” he snapped as he pointed to the far end walls of the chamber. “an ib yew wan stay un Boss wand, den Boss wan sumtin tuu…” the red smarty huffed as he narrowed his eyes squarely on Cherry.
“WUN CHEWWY!” Pyro commanded suddenly, only to turn and find her feet planted firmly in the soil.
“nu! Chewwy gun pwotect Pywo!” the pink mare growled through gritted teeth and puffed cheeks.
“HA-hahahaha-haaa… wook at dat, dummeh mawe am bwavew den stawwion!” Boss laughed, “Boss gun hab bestest fun wid yew… Boss wike da mawes dat hab widdwe fite in dem” he threatened as he salivated in her direction.
“dis am Pywo wand an Pywo speshew fwend! Nu am gibbin dem uppies widou an fi-ACK!” he attempted to say until Jasper’s forehooves blindsided him from the bushes, pinning his winded torso to the soil.
“yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh! Gun git enfies!” Jasper drooled in a perverted haze, all the while cackling like a rabid hyena.
“NUUUUUuuuuu! Nu huwties Chewwy!” Pyro begged as he kicked and writhed on the ground.
“professor, I can’t watch this!” Betty whimpered out through her pierced and trembling lip.
“Miss Keen, this is merely a test and these are simply Biotoys” Henry assured.
“they are living creatures…” she squeaked.
“what has compelled such pity from you?” the professor asked with a raised brow.
“I just won’t sleep right with witnessing a rape that I helped facilitate” Betty explained, her eyes looking to the ground.
“very well, Miss Keen. You are excused, go to lunch, but I would kindly request that you make peace with the torturous nature of bio-organic science before returning” Henry scolded.
“yes… professor…” Betty said in a quiet yet wounded manner, before leaving through the side door.
“Henry, was that really necessary?” the professor’s personal assistant questioned from the back of the observation room, all the while shuffling paperwork.
“Christ! Miss Zimmerman, you nearly gave me a heart attack…” professor Gascoigne yelped, clutching his chest as he turned to the usually dealthy silent woman.
“one could say it would be well deserved, for traumatising that poor girl” the assistant scowled.
“listen, Amy, when I first started making these godforsaken creatures back at Hasbio labs, I had to put them through all sorts of inhumane nonsense that would turn even your curly locks white. Do you want to know why everyone knows that fluffies call rape ‘bad huggies’, or being set on fire ‘worstest burnies hurties’, or their last surviving foal a ‘lastest bebbeh’? Because I had to see what a smarty would do to a hundred unprotected mares, I lit a hundred matches, and I euthanized a hundred litters; and all for the sake of precious data. Betty will understand the hard way that a good omelette is made with broken eggs and screaming biotoys. Give her time” Henry sternly explained, before adjusting his tie and clearing his throat.
“you are a very odd man, Henry” Amy sighed.
“and I write your cheques” the professor retorted.
“amongst other things…” miss Zimmerman smiled as she bit the back of her fountain pen.
“not while at work I don’t, miss Zimmerman” Henry growled, before turning back to the screen.
“whatever you say, Henry” Amy replied coyly, as she returned to her papers.
“Nu wan! Nu wan!” Cherry whimpered as she backed up against the tree, keeping her privates and rear far from her two slowly encroaching attackers.
“yew thinkie dat Boss an Swug cawe?” the crimson ringleader chuckled, “bin a few fowevahs since Boss had an gud enf, su dummeh mawe am gun git id gud an wuff!” he threatened before turning to his orange goon. “Jaspew! Mayk dummeh stawwion wash da whowe ting! Boss wan himb tu memba dis fowevah” he ordered with a depraved grin.
“NUUUU! WET GU! NU HUWTIES CHEWWY!” Pyro screached as he sprayed his viscous and capsaicin rich diarrhoea aimlessly, at best only getting on Jasper’s back legs.
“ewww dummeh!” Jasper snapped as he smashed a hoof down on the restrained stallions penis.
“SCREEEEEE! NU TOWCH NU-NU STICKIE! HAYTCHU!” Pyro spat and hissed.
Jasper struck him hard across the face, before holding a hoof to his throat. “dummeh am su wucky dat Boss wan yew awive wong enuff tu wash da show! yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh-yeh!” he rapidly nodded with gusto.
“Howa winda señowita” Slug drooled as he got down low, priming himself to pounce, “necesito enfies!” he demanded.
Cherry didn’t know what he had just said but she knew what ‘enfies’ meant, and it made her stomach churn in disgust. She racked her fuzzy little brain under the duress of her circumstance, thinking desperately about how she was going to get out of this situation. She thought about her partner’s recently bruised penis, how sensitive it was, she thought about everything else she had learned from earlier too, she thought about the rape threats, and then finally the tiny lightbulb came on in her mind. Without a word she stepped forward and turned around in a submissive pose, posterior raised high into the air.
“SPESHEW FWEND! NUUUUUUUU!” Pyro screamed and flailed as his tiny heart threatened to shatter.
“abewy-ting am gun be otay speshew fwend, pweas twust Chewwy…” she said softly.
“nu faiw, Boss hayt dis, nu can hab gud enfies ib mawe nu cwy” the smarty grumbled through gritted teeth. “gib mawe wowstest poopie pwace enfies tiww mawe cwy, den smawty wan tuwn” he ordered Slug.
“Sí” Slug saluted before redying himself to rear up.
Cherry waited patiently until she felt a twin set of great big fat forehooves on her back, she knew what was about to come and she sure as shit wasn’t going to let it happen. “TAYK WOWSTEST BUWNIE POOPIES!” she cried out with all the hatred in her little pink body, before emptying the contents of her stomach all over the fat Spaniard fluff’s meat and two veg.
“SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEÉ! wos peowes sentimientos de awdow!” the fat toughy squealed like a pig as he rapidly backed away and began beating his hooves against his chemically burning genitals, in a pathetic attempt to stop the pain, before running off like the fat little coward he was, leaving a long trail of scaredy poopies and “huuuuhuuuuuu”-s in his wake.
“Nu huwtie bestest fwend Swug!” Jasper screamed as he rushed towards the offending mare.
“YEW STOOPID ENFIN’ DUMMEH!” Boss roared in a tantrumous fury, “JASPEW AM SPOSED TO HOWD STAWWION DOWNSIES!” he reminded.
Jasper’s eyes immediately widened as his tiny little brain registered his blunder. “oh poopies!” he panicked as he attempted to spin himself around, only to find his face staring down the barrel of Pyro’s fully locked, loaded and primed asshole.
“TAYK DIS!” the furious Nitrofluffy screeched before blinding the dimwit with a spray of righteous anger.
“SEE-PWACE BUWNIES! NU CAN SEE!” Jasper cried before running face first into a tree, falling unconscious from the blunt force trauma.
“naow id am jus yew an Pywo!” the enraged stallion hissed at the smarty.
“Boss agwee…” the red stallion growled back with puffed out cheeks, before turning away from the pink mare and bucking her as hard as he could muster, sending her rolling down the hill before chasing after her.
Cherry landed, dazed and confused by the stream of the waterfall. Before she could react, her face was forced under the water’s surface by the elder fluffy.
“nu am stwong aneh-mowe, nu can win faiw fite wid stawwion, bu am smawty fwom bein wound fow su maneh fowevas! AM STIWW DA BESTEST… SAYSIE ID!” he ordered in a psychotic rage.
“OTAY, OTAY! YEW AM BESTEST!” Pyro relented in a panic.
“DATS WITE! AN NEBAH FOWGIT ID!” the old smarty roared before pushing the mare into the water. Unfortunately for him, the water depth was merely an illusion, in truth the water only came up to Cherry’s hooves. “…w-wat?..mawe wawkies un wawa?..” he questioned with genuine wide eyed confusion.
Pyro wasted not a single second as he charged the elder fluffy, pushing him into the water and tackling him to the floor, holding his face under the stream of cascading water.
The two fluffies battled for some time and although pyro had youthful vigor, Boss had nine years of experience. The veteran sweeped the Nitrofluff’s legs and immediately swapped positions, waterboarding the young stallion under the never ending torrential pour.
“am gun enf mawe su hawd dat mawe am nebah eben gun memba yew namsie afta!” he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes focused like a viper’s before the killing strike.
As Pyro struggled and flailed under the smarty’s weight, he thought about what Cherry had done back at the tree, her quick wit at playing the submissive was a stroke of genius, and perhaps now would be a perfect time to mimic that method. He went limp, closed his eyes and gave up the fight, even though every aggressive Nitrofluffy cell in his genetically chymeric body demanded that he fight till his last breath. To add to the realism he even voided his bowels into the water, tinting the shallow body an off putting shade of sickly brownish-green.
“heh, Boss guessie dat Boss stiww hab gut id, heheh” the geriatric smarty chuckled both tiredly yet victoriously as he pulled his weight off from the limp stallion, before turning to the pink mare, whom was still attempting desperately to cough up the last drops of water from her lungs.
“com hewe… Boss am yew nyew speshew fwend nao-EEEEEEE!” he suddenly panicked as Pyro gripped his hind leg in his teeth, pulled it back and sent the smarty falling face first into the contaminated water. He screamed and flailed as the cloudy, feces and capsaicin polluted waters both burned and drowned him in horried unison. nine whole years of life rushed him by as his legs scraped hopelessly against the mirrored bottom of the pool; with the last thing he ever saw before the lights going out being his own terrified and shrunken eyes, bloodshot and tinted green by the very shit that had defeated him.
“excellent!” professor Gascoigne grinned as he called Betty on his work phone, “it is done and I am most happy to inform you that test subjects N-1 and N-2 have both survived the test. Please retrieve them, wash them, feed them and then bring them to the kennels for recuperation” Henry smiled.
Betty retrieved the two triumphant fluffies as requested and made sure that they had a heaping bowl of canned chilli con carne with rice to celebrate their achievement as they sat in the kennels together. Where typically the two Nitrofluffies would dig into the spicy meal just as a regular fluffy would with a bowl of sketties, they were simply both far too shaken to eat, outright refusing to let one another go.
“you both did so very good” Betty assured them both, desperately to hide her visible heartbreak at the sight of them.
“w-w-weawy?” the traumatised stallion asked, “Pywo neawy wash bad enfies habin tu speshew fwend, neawy wose speshew fwend an tummeh bebbehs… Wus su scawed… J-j-jus wan be gud fwuffy, jus wan be gud speshew fwend an daddeh…” he explained with a thousand mile stare.
Betty bit her bottom lip and sighed in visible discomfort. She silently pondered as her head swiveled around, looking for other researchers.
“come with me” Betty requested suddenly as she put down an extra big fluffy carrier and ushered them inside.
“w-whewe am goin? P-Pywo am tuu t-tiwed tu fite mowe smawties” he asked.
“you’ll never be made to fight them again” the intern promised as she walked them out of the facility and into her car. She drove for what felt like an eternity, occasionally glancing down to see the terrified couple consoling each other, whispering sweet promises of love and safety, so long as they stayed together.
Betty explained everything to them, that they were different to other fluffies, ‘Nitrofluffies’, and all that they have been put through were simply cruel tests, developed specifically to see how they would respond. The two Nitros didn’t quite understand everything, but they got a rough idea that they were being used and made to suffer for absolutely no reason at all, as far as they were concerned. Betty apologised for the part that she had to play and promised them that she was taking them somewhere where they would be in complete control of their lives, far from bad men and women in white coats.
Eventually the young lady parked her mini cooper by the edge of a local country park. It was big and plentiful, there were perfect spots for a young fluffy family to nest, they’d be safe there, if fate allowed it.
“I want you two to promise me a few things” Betty begged as she undid the latch on the carrier crate and gently opened the door for them.
“wat wan Pywo an Chewwy nee pwomis?” he asked.
“stay off the walking paths, don’t try to fight humans and non-fluffies, and if you run into any more bad smarties, go give 'em hell”.
EPILOGUE:
“I cannot begin to tell you how incredibly disappointed I am in you, miss Keen” professor Gascoigne said roughly, yet in a calm tone that was somehow more off-putting than an outright verbal assault. “before I take your ID, I simply must ask, why?”.
“I’m sorry” Betty replied mournfully yet unshaken in conviction, as she handed Henry her security card, "setting them up to be raped, beaten and potentially killed was not what I signed up for. They are good creatures, loving creatures, and I’d rather throw this internship away than gradually destroy them for the sake of data analysis.
Not a sound broke the silence in the professor’s office, not a sound except for the ticking of the grandfather clock that sat behind him.
“I had such high hopes for you…” Henry sighed as he opened the drawer on his mahogany desk and placed her ID on a pile belonging to other’s who fell short of the mark. “I say this truthfully, Betty, when I tell you that I sincerely hope you find the line of employment that brings you happiness, but It cannot be in this Institute or any other like it. Maybe one day you will understand that these creatures are simply cognitive engrams in a chymeric body of man’s making, but until that day you are no longer welcome here” he said as he motioned to the door.
“that’ll never happen…” Betty replied coldly, before removing her white coat and heading for the exit with her head held high.
two hours later found the professor staring sorrowfully into her ID badge, as his assistant poured him another coffee.
“still sulking about another one that got away? It’s a minor set back. We have the DNA catalogued and N-3 through N-20 on the verge of sexual maturity, so we can always pick up where we left off” Amy assured.
“no, it’s Betty” Henry groaned before sipping his cup of joe.
“you’ve always hated those huggie wuggie types, haven’t you?” she asked as she sat on the professor’s desk, running her fingers through his silver hair.
“she reminds me too much of myself, when I first started at Hasbio… I hated every moment of it, all the tests, all the industrial torture, the experimentation that felt more like mediaeval sadism; and now, in contrast, I can comfortably sit back and watch two creatures of my own making, that are essentially my children, be victimised for the sake of my own academic curiosity, again and again, forever… I must ask you, Amy, have I gone mad?” he questioned.
Miss Zimmerman paused for a moment, before adjusting her circular glasses and then leaning forward to plant a small but reassuring kiss on her lover’s head, leaving a red smudge of lipstick marked upon his brow. “you’re lucky that I like my men old and crazy” she smiled.
-The End-
