Double trouble Scp#1471

Double trouble is the story of an SCP foundation security officer who finds himself caring for two errant manifestations of scp#1471 contains (M/F/H)

         The SCP foundation is an organization dedicated to cataloging, capturing, and researching
 various paranormal beings and phenomena, or in short to Secure, Contain, and Protect. Officially  the foundation doesn't exist to the world, I was unlucky enough to find that untrue.
 My name is Joseph tanner, I've been employed by the SCP foundation (and pronounced dead to the world) for around 4 years now. I came into employment with the foundation after assisting capture of #953, I was running security at the convention center and was later recruited by mtf agents. I've been stationed at plenty of outposts but my current assignment is security for research center 45.


         Joe stared blankly at the row of monitors rubbing his temples, the white noise of recirculation fans doing nothing to cover the whine of his tintinitus.His small security office was sparsely decorated, the white concrete walls interrupted by a couple filing cabinets bordering a row of monitors.
"Excuse me" a nasally voice piped up, standing in front of the security glass teller window was one of the foundation's researchers, he was a spindly and gaunt man of about 40 " I'm returning specimens  #1471-3 and 16" he chimed as he slid two phones through the slot.
"Okay," Joe grunted as he spun to face him in his office chair " just make sure to sign off on the clipboard before you go." He glanced back at the monitors quickly before noticing the researcher was gone. He wheeled himself over to the window and grabbed the two phones, then back to his desk. Both phones were labeled on the back with yellow paint marker  #3  was the older looking of the two, a Samsung Galaxy, old bedazzling flaking off the back." Why do girls always do that shit?" He grumbled #16 was a well worn Motorola it's screen was pockmarked with scratches and it's surfaces missing their chrome plating.
           Joe shook his head and set the "specimens" down onto his desk of monitors, paperwork had to be done by someone after all, even if some busybody lab coat didn't want to do it. For the next two hours he felt watched, not unusual, being in the foundation. However, it felt much more friendly than the cold stare of security cameras, like the intent curiosity of a pet sitting by his side. It felt unnerving, as comforting as it was, 4 years in the foundation had proven to be hard on him, his shaggy brown hair now a close shave, Bright eyes now burning embers. Nothing was ever truly "safe" here if it wasn't currently trying to kill you, it was thinking about it, and that's what was bothering him. Even though he had finally worked his way to low(er) security the danger was always there.

        Clutching his patrol rifle he walked down the hallway, there were only a few truly "elucid" skips in his wing of site 45, along with countless "safe" ones. nothing he couldn't handle, it was a glorified storage unit compared to other sites he had been to. Tonight his patrol went well, nothing to greet him but the sound of his own footsteps and deafening silence until he returned to his post that is.
          >Nothing was out of place when he returned to his post. The phones hadn't moved an inch, but the Motorola's notification light was flashing. Joe blinked for a second to make sure he wasn't hallucinating when the Samsung buzzed twice. Tentatively he reached for his radio and ducked back behind the steel door "This is library d to dispatch, I've got some unusual activity on a returned item #1471,over" a minute of terse glances were punctuated by a quick chirp from his radio " item is elucid but r&d has been having trouble getting any meaningful data proceed with caution.... And congratulations on your new research position!" That was hardly helpful, "fuck" he muttered under his breath as he slowly walked to his office chair. Warily his thick hand hovered over the worn grey phone, it's light blinking expectantly. Swiping open the lock screen he was greeted with a message screen with several messages addressed to a v0.9,
-are they gone?
> They're leaving us again.
- I don't want to be alone again 0.9
>it's ok I'm here.
The next several messages were photos of two dark humanoid figures looking around the room, one tawny brown and one dark gray. Of the two the tawny one was shorter, and decidedly less feminine than the gray one it's bone white canine skull topped with a set of antelope like horns and shaggy mane. The gray one had an Amazonian build with wide feminine hips and breasts, it too had a bone white canine skull with shaggy "hair", but it didn't have horns.


      > Grasping his worn spiral bound site handbook he thumbed to article #1471 there was, just as dispatch said nothing much of use. Paper clipped to to top right corner was a small print out of the gray creature, labeled with sharpie as Mal0 v1.0.From what he could grasp about the article this skip wasn't much more than a being that just sort of followed you around and looked spooky, no reports of malicious intent or harm just scared d-class. True they weren't the easiest on the eyes, but they weren't like some of the Eldritch abortions housed at site 19.
>" Dispatch to library D, due to the anomalous nature of your research you quarters have been moved to the research quarters, personal items will be transferred to your new room, current security duties still apply " the radio chirped. He sucked his teeth for a second and grabbed a spiral bound note book from his breast pocket and began taking notes. Shortly after the worn Motorola vibrated twice. He swiped open the phone and was greeted with a message
 > Hello?
- hello 1471
> Who are you?
- my name is Joseph tanner, 1471
>The Samsung interjected with a group chat icon " you're not a scientist or one of the jumpsuit guys<"
- "no, I'm not" replied Joe " I have been assigned to you two"
> " You aren't afraid of us?" The Motorola hummed " every time we meet someone they get afraid and go away, then everything goes dark"
>He glances back to the article, "batteries are to be removed before storage." He grunted and scowled, "why do we have so many breaches?" he grumbled in a mocking tone. Offering his condolences he turned back to his questioning
-"What are you? Do you have a name?"
>"We are Mal0," the Samsung chimed " different versions, but siblings all the same"
>That could get confusing, he rubbed his temple.
-" surely you have model numbers? So I could differentiate between the two"
>"You could name us!" The Motorola energetecly buzzed.

     >After a short bit of deliberation the three of them came to an understanding, v0.9  the elder horned Mal0 would be named Alice, and v1.0 the "sister" Mal0 would be Viola . Of course to the foundation they'd still be known as their regular designations, this just made it easier for him to address them. The remainder of Joe's shift was spent interviewing the two of past experiences, him writing down important details as they went. From what the "sisters" told him in their own words Alice was first downloaded mid 2016, by a young woman who later had her phone stolen ( possibly most likely on purpose). Viola was downloaded by accident mid 2017 by a young man and "lost" out the window of a moving car. Foundation custody was mostly blank for them, save for bits and pieces likely already documented by r&d. The mistake of leaving the batteries in let the two "reboot" so to say and communicate through Bluetooth.

      >Fetching a manilla envelope from his desk drawer he dropped his notepad inside getting up from his chair. Pocketing the two phones he thought the last five hours of his shift weren't as mind numbing when he had company. Opening the steel door of his office he was greeted by an unfamiliar security officer, the portly man coughed out a "Eggheads will meet you in B block to show you your new quarters" his pocket buzzed twice as he made it into one of the elevator's and fingered the large "B" button
He couldn't help but smirk at the message
"> I hope he doesn't break your chair"
Viola joked
">He could stand to lose a few couldn't he" Alice added.

    > "B" block was the research wing of site 45, Joe hadn't had much experience with them in his year operating on site, mostly just badgering them about missing paperwork for his officework in "D" block. Chiming the elevator opened to reveal a thin bald man in a lab coat. " Officer Tanner I presume?"queried the researcher. "Err yes Dr. I don't believe we've met"
"My apologies joeseph, my name is Dr. Halford I will be overseeing your research into #1471-3 and 16. Come with me and I will escort you to your new quarters" the mustached man pirouetted on his heel torwards one of the stone corridors. Following closely behind he tried to get a word in edgewise "Doc, Ive got a few notes I've taken down here"
"Excellent," the doctor grunted, flipping through the loose-leaf pad eagerly as they walked "this really Is fascinating, the two communicate?, And they're friendly? Ill have to talk with you about this later" the doctor looked puzzled.
      Reaching a painted steel door next to a keypad doc halford punched in a short code and opened the door. " Here are your new quarters, due to other more urgent developments with other "skips" you'll be left to your best discretion given the situation, the room is fairly well monitored, and I will will be in touch."
Taking in the room jt hardly noticed the doc had left, it reminded him of an old hotel room, actually quite an upgrade from the sterile dormitory he came from. The room consisted of a nicely sized living room and kitchenette furnished with dated (think 1990) but comfortable furniture, paralell to the countertop was a black leather sofa and fairly large crt tv. To his left was the master bedroom and bathroom,  The master bedroom consisted of a queen size bed bordered by two nightstands, further accoutremonts included a bookshelf loaded with foundation approved books, an empty computer desk and a wall faintly stained brown, several holes punched in it. The master bathroom was quite nice actually, a 4'x4' shower/bath combo sat in the corner across from the sink a waterline of white tile surrounded the room halfway up the wall. Leaving the bathroom Vi startled him by waving from the mirror.

Four fairly large boxes and a Footlocker awaited him in the living room, a note was attached to the top box, it read Sorry to cut the meet and greet short, #2424 is getting restless. I've had a few D class move your things please contact me if anything is missing or something interesting happens -halford.
It took a while, moving in but it seemed like everything was there. " I hope they supervised those shitheads"he grumbled, a cursory glance to his Footlocker(read Box of sex toys) and the "lol faggot" scratched in the side revealed they hadn't. Shaking his head he flopped onto the overstuffed couch and lazily reached for the remote " I swear I don't know how this place keeps functioning" he sighed.

        Throughout the Perth 8:00 evening news he felt those same familiar presences with him again, one on each side of him. It was somewhat comforting knowing he wasn't alone in his current situation,seeing as both he and the Mal0s now were experiments in the foundation's eyes.
 "Is something troubling you?"
Alice texted, along with an attached picture of both of them bookending him on the couch.
"Ending up as a test subject rarely goes well for humans here alice" he replied."it's ok jt" vi sent " we're nervous too, the others that have seen us before didn't have very good reactions". Another picture arrived, the three of them this time on the couch, both Mal0s heads were resting on his shoulders.
  The next sixty-six hours came and went quicker than he'd expected, between his daily duties, socializing with the "girls", and breifing the various researchers that came and went, he almost forgot they ended sometime Friday night, and their physical manifestations began.

     That was no dream, he stirred in his bed. Dreams don't touch you back, dreams don't carry scent either come to think of it. Wafts of breakfast food prodded his nose, rubbing his partially stuck shut eye with his left hand he found his other arm numb. The dimly lit room revealed An arm in a light blue dress shirt was draped over his chest, it ended in a tawny brown furred hand pointed with black manicured claws. "Oh you're awake" a voice cooed in his ear, it was a soft English accent, smooth but slightly synthesized in nature. He shifted to meet the voice and was met with two Amber eyes, glowing like Nixie tubes. Had he not been expecting this (and not still hungover)  he'd probably be screaming, voiding his bowels, or both. Instead he groggily mumbled out a "hey alice" she patted his chest and rolled off of his right arm. "Viola is waiting for us in the kitchen" she said as she got up. Sitting up in bed he got a better look at his surroundings Alice, was standing there waiting for him. She stood at around 5'4" though her horns added another good foot of height, framing her bone white "face" was a mop of shoulder length wavy Auburn hair. She was wearing one of his work shirts alright, unbuttoned and draped over her slender frame, perky B cups poked at the fabric. She also seems to have piflered a pair of his boxer breifs, the magenta and black ones, they were certainly getting a stretching from her wide hips and package. He chuckled softly to himself  "ok I'm getting up" it seems skips aren't immune to morning wood either.

  Much like most online photos Viola's didn't really do her justice, she stood at least around a head and a half taller than Joe's meager five foot eleven. Staring intently at the morning news, she too seems to have borrowed his clothing. One of his white undershirts, already thin fabric displayed her volleyball sized breasts ending in a pair of defiantly proud nipples. Joe's grandfather had used the phrase "built like a brick shithouse" before, only now did he have a better understanding of what he meant, even though her coat of fur was long and black he could tell it was all muscle. His poor t-shirt begging for mercy, looked like a crop top  displaying a set of washboard abs. Foregoing underwear, (probably because his would have ripped) her wide hips displayed a pair of pert apple cheeks, her thick bottle brush tail swaying gently above. "Jt I made breakfast! I hope you don't mind, I really wanted to try it after we watched you do it" her voice had the same sterile synthetic buzz but was topped with a sachrine french touch. Joe's train of thought swayed off track for a second, Wait if she was watching intently enough to do that by watching, di did they watch me masturbate?.

     Shaking away that errant thought, he turned his mind turned to breakfast. A skillet sat on the stove loaded with sauteed potatoes, scrambled eggs and smoked sausages, certainly something he'd have made. Before he grabbed a plate for each of them he shot the doctor a quick text indicating the new arrivals. joe dished out the grub while the sisters stared slightly mesmerized at the tv. Both Mal0s didn't really seem to "get" forks, preferring to pick up foods with their claws. Doc halford let himself in shortly, clearly excited he was still wearing slippers and Mickey mouse sleep pants under his lab coat. "Uh hey doc didn't expect you this soon, you want something? Vi made breakfast just by watching me, it's pretty good". "Fascinating" the doctor mumbled as he began writing on a notepad " I just wanted to check in on you, but I won't be long". "Ok I guess" Joe said a little confused, before remembering that it was probably his weekend off too.
True to his word, doc left shortly after taking at least a notepad full of notes, only a few questions however. "Man what a fucking nerd " alice remarked only to be lightly slapped on the shoulder by Viola "manners please".

   Surprisingly, the three didn't hear from any sort of researcher the entire day.  Wether that was planned or they just didn't care was a mystery to Joe but, he took it upon himself to somewhat acclimate the girls to the facility and life there. Though he didn't mind sharing clothes (or even fully understand why they were wearing his) an order was placed through the facilities px. Alice, though clearly a tomboy found joy in reading, while Viola was more geared for documentaries. After a busy day by around 8 the three of them sat on the overstuffed couch watching a fairly forgettable action movie from the mid 00's, joe again sandwiched between Alice and Viola. Alice clearly uninterested in the the movie rested her head on his shoulder " is there anything you'd like to know about us?" she asked softly "I'd figured you'd tell me when you felt like it" joe answered obliviously. "We are "companions" you know" Alice cooed in his ear as she traced his exposed waistband with her index claw "but we do have our own free wills". "What does that ha-" Joe's answer was cut short by her hand intruding his boxers and grasping his member. Her palm was warm tender and soft, quickly slicked with his pre-cum "I uh"he barely managed before she shushed, him deftly freeing his turgid pecker from it's cotton prison with her free hand tossing them to the side. Had the lights from the tv not been the only light in the room he probably would have noticed Viola removing her overstressed t-shirt, or the wet Spade-print soaking into the leather cushion. "It's ok sweetie" Alice cooed in his ear stripping off her dress shirt and breifs, exposing her perky breasts and a fairly impressive slick black canine member. She worked his shaft slowly, twisting, and grasping with pressure at the bottom of her hand "here" she placed his hand on her cock. It was slick and black with a firm knot at the base, he began to stroke her slowly " that's the stuff she exhaled. There's no way they didn't plan this he thought but it was a short one as Viola caught his attention with a soft "can you help me too" one of her hands teasing one of her gargantuan breasts, as she spread her luscious thighs and laid back against the arm of the couch. Cropped black fur along her pubic mound was soaked, her free hand spreading her sodden canine spade revealing a pink center. "I" was all he got out before Alice pushed his head down into her sisters soaked muff. Viola's pussy radiated heat like a furnace, he plunged his tongue slowly into it tracing the triangular fold carefully. Alice stopped her stroking and allowed him to reposition himself to better service her sister. Her juices were sweet and coppery, with a hint of anise (black liquorice) and no shortage of them either  she was really enjoying this it seems,at least from what he could tell her giant furred thighs clamping his head muffled all but the most energetic squeals and moans. Alice once again made her presence known this time with her tongue, it traced the top of his pucker slowly twisting and flicking at the entrance. He couldn't stifle a moan into VI's greedy cookie as alice's tongue plunged into him. He squeezed Viola's thigh as a sign he needed air and was let up only to be greeted with an also out of breath Vi. Once the two had caught their breath she softly grabbed him by his well lubed erection " I need you" uttered in a sultry tone. Lining himself up between her legs he felt dwarfed, In a good way however as his head was caught between her volleyball sized breasts.
   Alice gave him a playful shove with a "go get her tiger" as seemed. He'd expected it but alice's cocktip entering him was still greeted with a muffled half moan of "oh" as she eased inside him. Slowly the three of them worked out a rythm,the apartment echoing a caphacony of soft slapping, huffing, squeaks and moans as the couch squeaked and creaked in fear for for it's life. Viola was the first to blow as her soaked cunt convulsed around Joe's turgid shaft, a computerized cry echoing from her mouth as she orgasmed pulling the two torwards her with her muscular legs. As her spade clenched down on him in one final thrust he came his balls meeting her cheeks in a hearty wet slap. Alice wasn't left out of the Newton's cradle of orgasm either, her sister's squirming had the side effect of jamming her knot deep into joe, his prostate still quivering from the Aftershock setting off a massive load as she bit her tongue. All their organs still twitching the three laid overexerted in a sweaty heap. Joe couldn't get a word out after that impressive workout, and neither could the girls either.

 After an hour or so the three stirred awaking from their sex coma, Alice withdrawing herself from Joe still earned a shudder and a healthy pop as her knot slipped out. He was sore on both ends, as he gingerly withdrew himself from Viola, raw no doubt from her superhuman snatch. Vi had pretty well soaked the couch and the whole room smelled like a candy shop orgy, she too seemed to still be basking in the afterglow. Rolling Himself out from between the two he stood up grabbing his shirt and using it as a towel to mop up any remaining fluids, but soon abandoned the idea for a shower. His legs still felt a little unsteady from his prostate orgasm as he turned on the water bringing it up to a comfortable temperature. Taking a better look at it now this tub must have cost quite a bit to rig up, it was about four feet by four feet and had several shower heads, two detachable wands on each wall and to parallel bars on the celing, a wavy plate of glass bordered the tub up to it's stairs. Not shortly after entering it the girls joined him, he didn't complain thought, after that romp he wasn't sure what wasn't sticky on that couch. Lathering them up used nearly a half bottle of shampoo to get them well coated. Between lathering them up and watching them play in the water his cock had sprung back to attetion alice, not left alone in the effect turned to him and began "swordfighting" him, earning a laugh from Vi.
Drying them off required use of all of the towels in the cabinet, even then leaving them a little damp. Nevertheless the girls refused to sleep anywhere but with him. Though he was usually one to sleep with two pillows it seems VI's breasts made for better ones when they finally retired to the crampt queen size bed.Though they were all damp the body heat of all three of them was more than enough, Alice hugged him from behind as Viola picked up the front. Between the overexertion and the soothing shower drifting off to sleep was an easy task.

  "You fucked a skip?" The doctor's brow furrowed "well it was kind of back and forth between the three of us" Joe said flatly. Doc halford's office was silent as he flipped through Joe's notepad, after a short while he spoke "I, uh this is an interesting development, we've had friendly skips before but this is new territory" he swallowed "now there isn't really a formal rule against this but please keep this from getting too wild, Ok?" The doc waited till he saw a nod from Joe. " This is valuable data so please keep taking notes, but I'd like you to keep them close by so keep them with you during your security duties" another nod, and joe dismissed himself to get his mail. Entering the apartment the doctor's concerns were unfounded it seems, the two sat naked on the couch watching TV.

      Flopping down between them he didn't know what to do, this whole situation was stressing him out. Given the added responsibility of taking care of two more "people" was finally hitting him, his face darkened a little after all, he felt he could hardly take care of himself. Vi wrapped her poweful arm around him pulling him tight to her "are you alright jt.? You seem worried" truth be told, he wasn't sure what to say. For  what their skull faces lacked in expression, their eyes certainly made up for VI's soft glowing expression of concern soon made him relent "it's ok Vi I'm just taking in all this new responsibility, it's a little much for someone like me" he could tell it wasn't the right words when he said it. Vi shrunk away to her corner of the couch, nice job idiot "no, no  it's not your fault" he said softly "you guys are great, I just don't think I'm good enough for you two". Alice shot him a "Oh quit being a pity party" look (you know the one). Shifting torwards the giant pup he stroked her mane "you're good girls, both of you" vi perked up, leaning into his fingers "what'd you say" (now you've done it dummy) "you're a good girl Viola"
 "You're so nice joe" Vi coos as she presses back into his hand. alice, not one to be left out flops her head on to Joe's shoulder knocking him on the head with one of her tines "Yes you are too alice". They really took to scratches and he could swear he almost saw VI's foot start to thump, Eventually he nearly had both of them in his lap, for something so human they sure love scratches.  Taking a break for his cramping fingers, he fetched the brown cardboard box from his mail "alright you two, since you liked my clothes so much got some for you" separating the two inner boxes he handed them out. "Hopefully they fit, I had to guess your sizes". "What the hell is this" Alice asked confused, holding up a lacy black bra by the strap, It hadn't occurred to him that they'd never seen one before "they're for y'know" he makes a bouncing boob motion "....uh holding things in place". "Aw they don't smell like you either" Vi commented, her ears drooping in slight dissapointment. Smell? What? I guess they are canine, after all. "Well living together all in one space might make them pick up the scent" he pondered aloud. Satisfied with the answer Vi fished further into her package, pulling out a purple turtleneck sweater and a pair of denim jeans. Alice received a white blouse and black pencil skirt, thankfully the sizes were pretty well spot on, except for VI's bra due to her massive honkers, though the form fitting sweater seemed to pick up the slack quite well.

   "Ugh 4 o'clock, that alarm comes too soon" joe grumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, further coming to he found himself tangled between the two Mal0s, who though they had clothing now, preferred to sleep nude (totally not a trap bro). Giving alice's morning wood a gentle squeeze got one side of his body free, though getting Vi off of him was going to be a challenge. After rousing the two, and making a hasty breakfast the three made their way through the halls of  B-block, scientist and d-class alike gawking at them as they made it down to Joe's office in D-block. Thankfully officer fatfuck didn't break his chair, however he really wasn't sure what to do now with the girls him since he struggled finding anything to do himself. Putting some thought into it he remembered that he had a puzzle and a few books stashed away in the filing cabinet, along with his grandfather's old revolver. The filing cabinet seemed to have been messed with but the lock at the top hadn't been touched "goddamn idiot" he grumbled as he made sure the old peacemaker was still inside. Breathing a sigh of relief that the old Colt was still safe and sound in it's velvet lined box, he turned his attention to a 500 piece puzzle.  He hadn't actually ever finished this particular one but maybe they'll enjoy it he thought, starting the pieces out on to a card table he motioned the two over. Viola seemed quite entertained by it, Alice wasn't but at least she seemed to enjoy the books. The three of them got a good few hours of peace and quiet before Joe's radio squwaked "attention all security personnel, several d-class are now armed and dangerous, subjects appear to be heading torwards lower levels". Hearing that made him realize the lack of weight on his shoulder, his rifle was forgotten in the apartment in the Rush of getting them all ready. Plucking the geriatric Colt from it's velvet rest home, he snapped back the hammer to half-cock, opened the loading gate and dropped six fat .45 caliber slugs into each chamber. Gently lowering the hammer back down he felt a little better, the gun was outdated but he sure felt better with it in his hand. They got about another good twenty minutes of silence before the lift elevator made it's presence known, it's side cogs rattling loudly as the incredibly heavy platform forced it's way down. "Y-youre not gonna go out there are you joe" an already worried Viola was clutching his arm, " I have to sweetie," he replied as he reached up and hugged her "this isn't the first time this has happened here" kissing her bony cheek he turned to a pacing alice "don't you get hurt"she said as she hugged him back, after giving the elder sister a kiss on the cheek he glanced at the door and pointed. " Lock the door behind me, I can get in but they can't, I'll be back soon".

 ("And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip, big iron on his hip") Hefting his .45 in his hand it felt heavier than he'd remembered, the rattlesnake skin grips stuck solidly in his hand as he slowly walked down the hall. The lights had been shut off in this sector to save power, but the red glow of service lights made it fairly easy to see. Juding by what he'd heard on the radio, the escapees would have come down by the archives. In the sparse glow of the faint lighting he could see a maze of filing cabinets, and further past the cemetery of documents was a Service elevator lit on each side by caged red lamps. He didn't usually go back here, he didn't often need to either which was a good thing in his eyes, as this part of the facility got plenty creepy all alone. Adjusting his revolver in his hand, a distorted chime and rusty screeching accompanied the elevator door opening. Three figures in orange jumpsuits came out of the dimly lit shaft,two armed with pistols and one with a guard's p90. Joe crouched down and steadied himself on one of the cabinets cocking the hammer of the single action back slowly as to not make much noise. The D-class were about fourty feet away, a tough shot with a pistol let alone with the shitty trench sights on his gun. The fat one on the right appeared to be arguing with the other two, a perfect distraction for Joe to make his shot. Bracing his arm against the cold sheet metal of the cabinet, he lined up the sight blade center mass on the fat one's chest, exhaling he squeezed the trigger. One,High, the slug struck the convict in the throat, he couldn't hear from the amplified effect of the sound bouncing off the walls but, it was time to move. While the other two fired at shadows in fear, joe army crawled to their right and lined up another shot lower this time placing the blade on the man's stomach. Two, center mass, the shorter one of the two left clutched his chest and howled in pain sending shots over Joe's head, rocking the Colt back in his hand he let another slug fly. Three, right chest, staggering back the D-class collapsed back into the elevator leaving a snail trail of viscera behind him. "TU PUTOMADRE" joe caught among other cursewords as his surroundings became riddled with tiny 5.7x28mm bullet holes. Crouching close to the ground he flanked back to the gangster's left side and took aim on him. The gunshots were muffled to him as he ended the gunfight with one last "THWUMP" as the gangbanger fell into a heap. Four,lungs, Cautiously joe Rose from his  hiding spot and walked to the bloody piles. The final convict clutching his chest rattled out a final insult as he spat blood onto Joe's shirt. Five, head, the hardcast lead slug painted the wall with a bright red semi-circle. "Fucking cunt" he muttered as he smeared the spatter off his face, before turning to the one in the elevator an giving him a final shot to the chest, in addition to the beating his leg was taking from the elevator's attempts to close the door.
     Looking at the tattooed cholo, he picked up the faint buzz of a cellphone through his deafened ears. Digging through the sodden breast pocket of the convict he retreived an equally bloody phone, placing it in his pocket. Radioing dispatch, ended with a return to post, but he couldn't return to the girls covered in blood. "Fuck, I liked that shirt" he said as he pitched his dress shirt into the small bathroom's trash can. The water from the sink was damn cold but it took care of the blood flecks on his face. His hearing was coming back slowly but the ringing in his ears sure seemed worse. Alice caught him off gaurd as she entered the bathroom, catching her out of the corner of his eye he said "didn't I tell you to stay in the room with vi". Hugging him "I was worried about you, we heard a lot of gunshots" she said, "it's over now," he said deafly" you don't have to worry about me, this isn't my first gunfight". Stepping back she began unbuttoning her blouse "really now? surely, a brave man like you  deserves a reward for a good deed" she said coyly pushing joe up against the sink. " Is that so?" He took her lead, unzipping his slacks. Dropping her dress shirt on the counter her long grey tongue licked around her teeth, dropping to her knees before him and giving him as much of a smile as the skull faced girl could muster. One of her hands pulled away his boxers as the other grasped at his semi-chubbed member. Slowly her warm clawed hands worked their way up and down his length,joe marveled at how soft they were closing his eyes and tilting his head back. Enjoying it his shaft Was soon slicked with precum then he felt a tongue it was hot and wetter than himself as it wrapped around his tip giving it a squeeze. Looking down at alice she gave him a naughty look and gave his cock a a soft playful bite, it didn't hurt, in fact it felt quite the opposite his rod engorging with fervor."that's for leaving me hanging this morning" Her tongue felt heavenly soft as it joined her hand in caressing his swollen member. Tenting her skirt she appeared to be enjoying it too, soon fumbling with the side zipper and casting it aside while keeping up the rythm of her tongue. As the black pencil skirt fell to the floor his eyes fell to her purple and black lace panties, her length now poking out of the top of the pre soaked pair.  Scratching her head behind her ears he motioned for her to get up, bending her over the sink holding her close to him to make sure his throbbing member pressed tightly against her pert backside. Well if she wants to play dirty so be it he thought, taking her soft furred cheeks in his hands he slid off her soaked panties, casting them to the floor. Spreading her cheeks revealed her tailhole, a soft black pucker above her sopping wet black fortune cookie, further below hung her cute little sack. Giving her balls a playful heft then tug got a shiver from her but he had further plans, heaving a hot wet breath onto her rear entrance, he grazed the top of her backdoor with his tongue. Earning a surprised look from Alice, he gave a smirk back at her, giving a slow broad swipe from the tip of her spade to the base of her tail, then making two outside passes along the perimeter of her pulsing gash before plunging into it. Alice's breathing picked up and huffs turned into light computerized moans as he reached around and grabbed her rock hard canine shaft and began working it slowly. The dewdrops of pre-cum from her tip had become a fairly steady drip when he abandoned his tongued assault on her mound, choosing to start rimming her instead. The soft pink invader was met with a surprised "Oh" and a slight clench as he plunged into her ass. Flicking his tongue about inside he could tell her legs were quaking, as her wagging tail kept whacking his head. With several clenches and a melting moan her tailhole clamped down around his tongue as she painted the underside of the sink with spunk. Huffing, she collapsed on the sink as he swabbed a dab of cum from her tender tip, then bringing it up to her mouth for her to taste. But he wasn't done yet, lining himself up with her slick, now relaxed pucker he gave a gentle push as Alice gave out a throaty moan.
    Easing his cocktip into her wasn't easy, even with the added lubricant from her nether regions, she was still vise tight. Rocking his hips back and forth he was making headway as the Mal0 propped herself up on the countertop, eyes closed and cooing soft moans of oOooh and nhg as his erection made its slow oscillation inward. Brushing her spade with his hand to steal some needed lubrication she clenched down hard on him making joe gasp lightly. Slowly as Alice loosened up he managed to bottom out in her, their balls meeting with a gentle touch, backing out he began to make a slow tempo grasping her hips for traction against the cum slicked floor. Tongue loling out of her mouth she really was enjoying this as his pelvis met her ass with a gentle smack. Slipping a little he gave her buttcheek a hard squeeze which returned an a surprised moan and pleasurable clench around his girth. This gave him an idea, trading a wicked smirk with the panting Mal0 in the mirror he grabbed the base of her tail and withdrew his cock up to the crown of it's head so the tip was still inside, then plunged back in giving her apple cheeks a firm slap. Giving a loud modem chirp/ moan as he did this she began to half pant/moan as he bottomed out in her rythmicly the slap of their balls making a louder smack due to her drizzling snatch. "Uuuhah HARDER!" She commanded moaning, and joe obeyed giving her behind a forceful smack as the bathroom became an echo chamber of hot breaths and wet slaps. Nearing the end he bit his lip and signaled to his writhing lover he was going to burst. Gripping her hips he gave three primal thrusts into her throbbing backside as she howled out a cry, her pussy releasing a waterfall of juices onto the floor, and his clothes.
     Still attempting to catch his breath, he sat down on the sink countertop next to alice, who was still laying on the counter, her legs not reconstituted enough to support weight yet. Still sex drunk but his hearing finally back, he noticed a buzz from the vato's blood covered phone. He'd almost forgotten about it, fetching his fem-cum soaked pants he fished the damp device out of the pocket and unlocked it hoping to gain more answers. All he'd found would just end up being more questions however, another skull faced canine woman stared back at him, this one vulpine in nature. The vixen's skull face was painted in a day of the dead style, atop her head sprouted two black ears growing from wavy straw blonde hair. She wore a traditional Mexican dance gown, and from what he could make out with his 8th grade spanish from her messages she was very confused over what just happened in the last thirty minutes .starting from the first message, it showed joe standing over the gangbanger, smoking Colt still in hand the text read "oh dios mío, acabas de matarlo"(oh my God, you just killed him)  and her in frame shocked looking at him. (You don't make the greatest first impressions, do you joe?)
The next message was her with him as he picked up the phone that he now knew she was encapsulated in "Hey qué estás haciendo"(hey what are you doing) the text read. The next was her following him down the hallway to the bathroom pointing to his gun "eres un vaquero? A dónde vamos?"(are you a cowboy? Where are we going?) Second to last was when Alice entered the bathroom, she looked shocked, the text read "esta parece tan familiar, que casi parece que podría ser una hermana"(this one looks so familiar, she almost looks like she could be a sister). The final picture took place during their little romp, oh dear from witnessing a gunfight to rough anal sex certainly must have been a hell of a ride for whatever she was joe thought.

 Before he could place that thought, he could feel alice's head on his shoulder staring intently at the phone's screen, she must have come to while he was looking away. She certainly looked as puzzled as he was  though in her own less than subtle way "the fuck?" She mumbled, "yeah right?"joe grumbled. But he wasn't just ready to unpack this new mess, turning to the equally confused Mal0, he helped her clean herself up. After using most of the roll of paper towels his pants were still damp, walking down the hallway holding alice's hand he was glad there was nobody around seeing as if they were down wind they might get bowled over by the smell of sex.  Closing the steel door of his office Viola gave him a smug look "boy you two were gone a while glad you're ok". Viola's hugs could clearly crush the life out of someone as he patted her back signaling his yeild for air and dropped down in his chair. Sitting back in the battered chair he grabbed for his radio "Doc this is tanner, can you bring down a Spanish dictionary,   there's been a new development.

Drumming his fingers on Joe's desk the doctor looked a bit vexed, this certainly wasnt an ordinary situation even among the oddities of the foundation. Joe sat across from him flipping through the requested Spanish dictionary, a Mal0 on each side of him peering over his shoulder. "So this new Mal0 only speaks Spanish?" The doc asked " that seems so" joe replied "if "she" is able to speak English she doesn't seem to want to". "Are we even sure this is another variant? This could be an entirely different skip here" joe pondered aloud, his scentence punctuated with a loud ding from the dead gangbanger's phone, the message was of the fiesta fox underlining  a strip of floating text with her hand and scowling a bit Z0rr.a 1.0 HECHO EN MEXICO. "Well that answers two questions, sorta"
  While the girls tittered away doing their puzzle, halford explained that this experiment has become low security priority and as such, they'd be moved from their current living quarters for more pertinent and higher risk subjects. "And where exactly are you sending us?" Joe queried, a bit puzzled sipping his coffee "well, a few weeks ago  MTF disappeared some farmer in the outback and the plan is to use the small ranch as a refueling point for further operations." Joe cut him off "So I'm a gas station attendant now? Kinda a demotion don't you think?" Rebutting him doc replied "don't be foolish they pump their own gas, you'd just be looking after the place, it's almost a damn vacation".