Thread: Pink XIV & Red XIII {darkest_fate&My Angel is Broken}

Finally. Hojo was ecstatic. The Turks finally proved some worth and delivered him the prime test subject. His last of the remaining Cetra bloodline back under his scope, to poke and prod at his leisure. Or rather that'd be the case if the damned thing could live long enough. So the contingency plan. The subject Red XIII would be mated with Pink XIV so that the combined life of both mother and offspring would ensure all testing come to fruition. All that remained to be seen was whether or not the two species were actually compatible in their mating. Hojo was no fool. Biologically, the chance of test subect RXIII and PXIV was slim. In the name of scientific curiosity however, it wouldn't stop the Professor from trying it anyway. The gas is a go, sir. We're flooding the chamber now. An assistant informed Hojo from his post, scribbling on his charts and monitoring vitals. From heart rate to blood pressure, Shinra's sensors were the best that gil could buy. Good! Keep me updated. How's XIII? He snapped, almost with an impatience, then he raised a finger to the brim of his small glasses and adjusted them before putting the hand behind his back with the other, back slightly arched, staring out at the chamber with an intense focus. He's on edge, as you might expect. The gas should shift his focus to XIV but it's hard to predict how he'll take to the mating process. He will smell her as a potential mate but appearances will confuse his senses. Ideally we'll overwhelm him with enough pheromones that it won't matter. He'll-- Hojo lifted a hand to stop the assistant. I know , I laid this plan out. I don't need a step-by-step. If it goes smoothly, he'll only see the Cetra as something to mount and push his sperm into. The trouble will be if the drugs in the gas will be enough to keep XIV non-combative, the feisty little- Hojo stopped and pressed a button that tapped into an intercom. Send XIII in! -- In the chamber Aeris was held in the floor opened up in a small circular shape and a platform was raised. Red XIII was crouched, defensively, upon this platform. He was muzzled and a low, instinctual growl was audibly rumbling from his throat. The room was thick with the gas and it clouded his senses. Overwhelmed them. His vision shifted in and out of focus and clarity faded in and out. Sound dulled and sharpened. Meanwhile, his nostrils were assaulted by a strong odor that began to affect him almost immediately. A sensation he had not felt... ever? In years? It familiar yet different. A hunger of sorts. He couldn't see beyond the glass walls, or whatever the material was, he could hardly even acknowledge that there was a beyond. He didn't like this limitation. This mind alteration. Prior to this, it had been pain and torment, tests and injections, and now this. This, however, was also the most freedom of movement he had been granted since his capture. After a few seconds, the wolf-beast found the origin of a sharp, enticing scent. It was almost intoxicating. It was... pink. This musty allure that begged him closer, begging him to... His hips lifted and the sheath between his legs twitched as thick, reddish cock began to protrude. So much of this screamed danger and yet this strong, underlying and persistent whisper of fuck echoed beneath it. So he padded curiously forward, toward the object of desire. A voice boomed overhead that only sounded muffled to him. It was Hojo, speaking to Aeris. Don't play too hard to get now, we wouldn't want to do this the hard way. The painful way. His voiced practically slithered into laughter before the intercom cut-out.